25 Days of Memories, Day 16

Summer. Such a beautiful name for a rather heinous girl.  Ironic, really.  Summer was the bane of my existence at daycare.  And yet, she ruled the playground so you had to play nice in order to have a happy recess.  Okay, so truthfully I don’t remember the much about her, but I remembered enough to … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 12

Some stories are hard to tell than others.  It all depends on my mood, really, and how much I’m willing to write.  But everything I’ve read is that writers write, period.  And not because it’s this huge overwhelming passion (though for many, I assume it is), but because they’ve developed the discipline to write.  Discipline … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 11

Today’s story is a memory from Greenville, South Carolina and it involves a birthday party.  I seem to remember a lot of special occasion stuff from Greenville, which I guess is how the story goes.  When you get older, the tedious memories seem to slip your mind.  That’s my theory, anyway. So Adrienne.  That was … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 10

Being 25, it’s hard to imagine that I was ever young.  But then I look back at some of the earliest memories I have, and I feel as though nothing was ever that long ago.  Time persists as time does, but I still have my memories.  And it’s been a really fun journey to go … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 9

When I was 6 or so, I started taking ballet lessons at the YWCA.  Perhaps that’s an ambitious statement considering that last sentence sounds as though it should be the start of a great career, and alas, it was not. There are a few memories associated with said ballet lessons that I must share.  First, … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 7

Sometimes I think about stories I need to share and then I forget when I actually start to write.  I need a better system to remember my memories…lol.  I thought of one just a moment ago that I had to share: Getting shot in the head with a BB gun.  What?! I know right, so … Continue reading