The Missing H

In 2005 my grandmother sat me down on her bed and pulled out a magazine of cross stitch patterns. I was told to pick out my favorite pattern, and once I did she would begin making it. While flipping through the pages I remember thinking that all of the patterns were incredibly ugly. I did … Continue reading The Missing H


Let Go

Note: I wrote this short piece for my creative writing class in high school. I also entered it into the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. It won a silver key. Circa 2014. ___ The old Volkswagen rattled and huffed as it pulled up the long and curvy dirt driveway. Dust swirled around in the air … Continue reading Let Go