Author: Jaclyn Weber-Hill
A Blanket of Tradition
“Merry Christmas to all, and a happy, happy new year,” the Salsoul Orchestra sang from the speakers. My mother’s mom played this record when ...Lessons in Nature
When I was growing up, we never went to the coast. We lived in an urban area, about an hour from the nearest shore. ...Underneath the Surface of Optimism
Perfectionism boosts my inner critic up to maximum volume. This nagging voice amplifies my insecurities. My armor of positivity depletes when my flaws get ...You Can’t Always Get What You Want
The summer sun gave way to the falling leaves, marking the onset of fall. For once, Lacey found herself blanketed in the comfort of ...New York, It’s Not You, It’s Me.
I’ve been a native New Yorker for 36 years. I was born in Queens. We spent endless amounts of time outside during my childhood, ...An Unrealized Masterclass
I learned the difference between writing as a job and a hobby when I signed on for employment at Coffee House Writers. Before I ...Let Love In
“Dress nice, but not black tie,” Lacey reminded herself as she stood in front of the mirror. Syler’s words replayed in her head for ...Closer Than the Radio
Every year, my parents brought us to the local street fair. The event allowed us to spend time together, interact with others in the ...Start of Something New
At the end of the night, the space grew silent. The booming bass ceased, and loud conversations disappeared. Only sounds heard were Nick and ...The Realization of Self-Trust
The biggest epiphany I had was the realization that no one would save me but myself. I needed to stand up to the monsters ...
