Revisiting this piece, written at age eighteen.
I went home one year ago. And now I’m not going back.
My creative writing class gave me pizza as a random poetry topic. This is what I came up with.
I saw this questionnaire floating around the blogosphere, and thought I'd give it a go. Quirky questions, quirkier answers. You get the gist.
The author takes nothing but a wallet, a notebook, and a pen on this whirlwind fifteen hour, cross-country trip with four zany band mates in a '91 Dodge Caravan.
Something is different about me now. Something has changed. Somebody else looks back at me in the mirror, and she is both a stranger and a sister. It is refreshing as hell.