If You Give a Mouse a Cookie used to be my favorite book when I was a child, as well as If You Give a Moose a Muffin or even If You Give a Pig a Pancake. I absolutely loved those books. I would read them over and over again. Something about the adventure in …
Looking out I see vivid pinks and deep purples; pillowed atop the vast white floor that resembles cotton balls. Sitting I study the blinding white-snow sky. I'm practically inhaling it, but still, I'm wavering. I'm buckling down though—I'm becoming interested in the little world that exists below me. The pale pinks are dancing into the …
My eyes are a little sleepy and are beginning to well with tears as I sit down to write this. Once again my unconventional fear of blank pages has filled my body as I stare at this one. My hot English breakfast tea is steaming up the cold screen of my grey Mac. …
I’m excellent at running. However, I don't mean the kind of running where I lace up my Nikes and get lost while sprinting the backroads of the wine country. I mean that I am excellent at running away from things that make me uncomfortable or scared. Grand opportunities, waiting to be taken advantage of, are …
I have this unfound notion and vision of myself that when I write my most illustrious pieces on Uptown Maven, I am romantically sipping a café au lait at the local bohemian coffee shop. Realistically though, I do not live in a new and upcoming city where those coffee shops exist and also, to …
I am a terrible liar. Not that I am a liar but if I even try to lie, I am terrible at it. My mom can usually call me out if I remotely begin to tell a lie. I am also a terribly weak person. When it comes to refusing the sample of food being …
I surprised myself this week, which was surprising in itself. I never surprise myself. I hate surprises. I hate being surprised and I hate surprising my friends. To tell you the truth, if I get you a birthday gift or Christmas present you can bet your bottom dollar I will just tell you what it …
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