The free-for-all session. The one where we get to decide whether we want to write novels or poems or letters or maybe some other idea we might have for a writing exercise. For two months this time instead of three. I'm glad that the session length was shortened because I've only been a member of … Continue reading Dear Session Four:

I remember the first time I saw you-- we hadn't met yet, but you were sitting with Madison on the floor during the first Break The Silence I ever went to, barefoot, with your notebook open, scribbling. I know, it's a bit creepy that I remember that, but that's a part of why we're writers, … Continue reading Dear Kayla Crow:

I hope that you know that I don't hate you. In a way I've cut myself off from really feeling anything toward you. You are almost a stranger to me these days. Actually, we kind of are, considering the fact that there's been no contact between us in about four months. It's so strange, isn't … Continue reading Dear:

Man, I can't believe you didn't end up hating me. I was such a terrible older sister, always pushing you around, yelling at you, even hitting you. The four years between us should have allowed me to be more loving, to be sweeter to you, but I was one jealous little monster. First grandchild on … Continue reading Dear Brother: