Journal 9

When she thought that life could not get worse, it did. Nessie moved to Mississippi into the white house. At thirteen and a new school, life became complicated. She started her period, her stepdad taught her how to use and insert tampons. She realized she needed to start shaving, her stepdad insisted sitting in the […]

Journal 8

We lived in a pink-colored house on a corner lot of a dead end street in Florida. Just a home of many homes we frequently moved into. The most secluded side of the house hid my secret joy, my sunflower ‘garden’. The elementary school I was attending taught me how to plant flowers, what seeds […]

Journal 7

There are two significant events in my life that altered me. The first, I was perhaps I don’t know, 9 or 10 maybe? Anyway, living in Mississippi in a trailer home turned house with unfinished walls out in the country. Stepdad is a truck driver, comes home drunk after a smoky evening at the local […]

Journal 5

2016 – She sat impatiently on the edge of the metal grey fold up chair attempting to catch a loose strand of strawberry-blonde hair that caught the passing breeze. It was a typical hot Florida summer afternoon and the lack of shadows across the field left the bridge of her nose dewy with a layer […]