Late Season
The morning Marion decided to sell the cabin, the lake was already half-thawed. Jagged fractures split the ice like veins under aging skin, and the sky held that clean, empty…
Creative
Iāve Officially Entered My Digital Creator EraĀ
Okay yāall, letās talk about how Iāve basically become a full-blown digital Picasso overnight. Iāve been glued to my iPad like a caffeinated raccoon with a stylus, creating all the…
The Last Month of Lavender
Lena was only twelve when the world stopped spinning right. It began on a humid August afternoon, the kind that pressed down on everything like a heavy, wet quilt. Her…
Strawberry the Brave
Fourteen-year-old Lila Avery didnāt talk muchānot because she couldnāt, but because the world was too loud. Too bright. Too many things happening all at once. But she had Strawberry. Strawberry…
The Bench with the Missing Paint
Told by me, Kelsey. I think I was seven. They found me under the slideāthe red one that squeaks when the wind hits it just right. I was trying to…
Iām the Big Sister
By me, Lila (Iām four and a half) At Simply Storytime Studio by Simply Sina My nameās Lila. Iām four and a half. I donāt go to school like the…
Ā Tiny Dots, Big Feelings, and One Competitive Mom
So here’s a peek into the latest chaos at our house: Carson, acrylic paint, a swan, and an art style that requires the patience of a saint and the hand…
Operation: Light Lunch in Wesley Chapel (Spoiler: We Failed Gloriously)
Hereās the situation: I needed lunch. Something light. Something fresh. Something that wouldnāt make me regret all my life choices by 3 p.m. And since I still donāt know my…
