Author: Jaclyn Weber-Hill
Uncertain Peace
Snow had covered Manhattan for three straight days. As the sun rose, Lacey woke up already weighed down by the past few weeks. She ...Finding Comfort in Nostalgic Places
My first experiences with gaming were as a child. My father got us a Sony PlayStation, and we were hooked. We would play for ...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 ...
