Am I a puppet?A monkey destined tosing and dance on a whim?If I slap on foundation,pretty pink lipstick,and fake lashes,will I be real?Or if I toss my templefrom person to person,like a game of hot potato,will that be enough?Should I let rugged hands travelwhat the good Lord made,just to earn a penny of affection?Or allow ...

A gift of a dozen red roses, One for each infidelity, To forget your broken promises And your repulsive behavior toward me. A present to hold you in my thoughts So at your side I’ll stay and cement our lovers’ farce, A thoughtless gesture on Valentine’s Day. Your gift of a dozen red roses. Draws ...

I hate writer’s block. I know some people don’t believe it exists. My writer’s block this week is a combination of sleep deprivation and the fact that I have been dealing with a lot of physical stress. I know the simple solution would be to drink some coffee, I’m trying to wean myself off of ...

I’m the type of person who hates failing. The idea of getting behind, or not turning in good quality work makes me anxious. I’ve always prided myself on being able to check in with myself. There have always been certain aspects of my personality I knew without a doubt. My “talent” as a writer is ...

Recently, a fellow co-writer wrote an article about a so-called friend that completely judged her and said some very cruel things. She left the girl’s name out of her article but included the mean-spirited message she had received. It stirred something in me. This co-writer is an unbelievably kind, giving, and talented writer and editor, ...

Dear 17-year-old Jordan, I won’t ask how you’re doing right now. 16 was an awkward year for us, so I already know the answer. I know that it seems like life is out to get you. I wish I could promise that the next four years are so much easier. I can’t. But I can ...