To who I thought I could be, I am tired of comparing myself to you.
Three years ago, in a creative writing class, I was given a writing assignment that has since stayed with me: Go home and write a memoir in 6 words; no more, no less.
I had essentially beaten every one of these tweenagers with an aching heart. I had won the prize. I had won Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
Then there is no guarantee that you will not come to read a poem that reminds you of us.
“We don’t hate our country. But we’ve never seen anything outside of it.”
Cheryl Strayed wrote for years before having a bestselling book. She knew the important thing was writing every day.
He didn’t really have good style.
We are taught to think of the devil as a fallen angel. Most of us think of the devil as this mythical being of evil, with a scary face, horns and a tail. That’s false.
While the photo was noticeably low quality, I was able to recognize it instantly. It was the outside of my house.
And, I will never forget how many times my Dad, my Daddy said to me, “I’d be better off to you and your Mom dead,” and I would push back my tears.