I almost hit Raven with my car when I pulled into the driveway. Slamming on the brakes and flinging gravel into the wet grass, I blared the horn. "Out of the way, Raven!" I shouted. I let out a slow breath, willing the shaking to stop. No one would forgive me, especially not myself, if I killed Raven- the twin who was supposed to live -even on accident. 
    She stayed planted in front of my car. I honked...

-I love being a part of a supportive community of writers. The encouragement I have received from my peers solidified the fact that I'm not wasting my time with something in which I have no potential. It has really bolstered my drive to write as well as the belief that I can write. 

-The only thing that I have not liked was the review I received back from the write the word editor (whatever they are actually called, I can't...

Where I'm from

I'm from sticky fingers on Christmas morning
Colored lights refracted on jingle bell ornaments 
Wrapping paper bows stuck in my hair

I'm from dirt under nails and yesterday's rain
Purple irises drooped over the porch 
Dancing in ribbons and polka-dot skirts 

I'm from peeling sunburns on the sand of the lake
Scalding sidewalks that blister bare feet 
My old yellow tank spotted popsicle stains

I'm from purpling leaves that don't turn orange 
Pulling blankets 'round shoulders once...