Different Life

I was eleven the first time it happened, the first time I felt like I wanted to run out of my life and into another one. I was sitting in a room in a childrens’ hospital in Phoenix, a room with Dr. Suess characters painted on the walls. I was there and my parents were [...]

The Teen Years

The slow-in-coming but finally here third installment in my Years series. This follows years seven through twelve, which follows zero through six.
Year Thirteen.
I am a teenager, but it doesn’t seem the landmark age it is for me like it is for others. I am still a kid. It is seventh grade and though I still [...]

Dust

We are billions of bits of dust, scattered about. 
You bump into me,
and I bump into you,
and we come together, we fall apart.
We leave trails behind us of where our hearts have been.
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I think the dust metaphor needs work. And I know it’s probably a really cruddy poem, as pretty much all of mine are.

Staying the Same While I Grow

I was thinking earlier today about my past. About the people it’s littered with and the events I can line up so neatly in my mind, like a timeline. I was thinking about how these last three years, since the move, hold a lot of me but really they are so small compared to everything [...]

Crazy Motherlady

Hello friendlies. So I started to have this post be about Ockham’s Razor, but then I didn’t know where I was going with that so I gave up on it. I do like Ockham’s Razor though. Not as a scientific thing, but just generally in life I like the theory that the simplest answer could [...]

And Time Passes

I have this theory, it’s been building for quite some time and now here it is, are you ready?
My theory is that things continue to matter way past the date that they “should.” We don’t get over things, be it a move or a breakup or any other anything in life that throws us for [...]

Got Pizza?

Let’s talk about weight. Because that’s the in thing to do now, right?
I’m rather skinny.
Oooh, I know. I’m not supposed to say that, am I? I’m supposed to complain about my pudgy belly or flabby arms or SOMETHING, ANYTHING, even if people routinely comment on OHMYGOSH YOUR WRISTS ARE TINY!
But why? It’s a fact: I. [...]

The Story of Ash

Today was one of those good days that is just good. And I have too much in my head to write it all down, too many possibilities for posts. So instead of boring you with the details of my day (meeting, lunch, work), I’ve decided I’m just going to start my series of posts about [...]

Her Middle Years

Following up on years zero through six, here are years seven through twelve in the life of The Jordyn.
Year Seven.
We (which in this case refers to my family: me, Taylor the Lovely, and our mom and dad) move to Texas. I am waving goodbye to Granma as l possibly can see her. I am crying. I am not happy [...]

Stuck in Second

I am always second place, always almost good enough, always the leftover.
Seventh grade, science class. It was the honors class so a good portion of my friends were in the class. And while I wasn’t Miss Popularity, I was never Miss Unpopular either; I had more than enough friends, really I did. And because of [...]