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In this post I will try to explain how going home is like going to heaven, and also how going home is my worst nightmare. I have more nightmares about going home and not belonging than I do about anything else. And when I do come home, for real, I always get hurt deeply over small…

Today is the fifth anniversary of the day I became a writer. It happened on a lazy Sunday afternoon. July 17, 2005, to be exact. Blogging was in back then, and since I was bored that Sunday, I decided to follow the crowd and get a blog. My first post was quite the literary masterpiece:…

I remember the day I first discovered the wonders of driving slow. I was driving home from a graduation photo shoot, feeling somewhat sick, and wishing there was a way to drink my half-finished dr. pepper without veering off the road. And then it struck me: drive 45 mph instead of 60 mph. I cannot…

The guests: Esta, Elizabeth, two ten year old Hispanic girls, and an eight year old Hispanic girl. The presents: Three copies of my book, which I gave to the girls. Huh? How does that work? You know the Bible story where the guy invites all those fancy people to his party, but they can’t come?…

I know I know. All I seem to be doing these days is posting videos. But you have to cut me some slack because I don’t have internet where I live, and furthermore I have been working on my book. That’s a good enough excuse, isn’t it? Tomorrow I turn 20. Crazy, huh?

So this is going to be a very short post but go here if you want to hear a bit about my life, via my roommate Esta. In other news I have decided that bikinis on little girls are one thing if they are designed for little girls. But if they are string-bikinis with little ruffles in strategic areas to…

I have a Bridgewater College student ID card and for some reason that makes everything feel real. Real like yes, I am going. To college. Me! To major in communications and become a certified elementary teacher and put myself on a climb towards a bigger future. Yesterday I went to an orientation. I was sitting…

I feel like I must be in love because my heart is so happy and mushy inside. But I’m not, you know. The reason I feel in love is because I am going to Bridgewater college. They’re letting me live off campus. I can pay it with grants and a few loans and things like…