Vampire Vocab

Dear Santa, So, maybe I haven’t been good exactly. And maybe I’m not exactly on the nice list. I tried though. I really did. This year, I’ve said some things that I regret, I’ve done some things I’m not entirely proud of. I have. And I’m not sure I’m not going to do and say [...]

There are so many things I’m thankful for. Instead of writing, “I’m thankful for…” over and over, I’m going to make a list! I’m thankful for: My family the fact that I love and get along with my siblings My friends Life! The fact that I can choose what sort of life I want to [...]

I should be posting about how much I love my life. I do. But my nose is running and my throat is sore and my head aches and, despite an inordinate amount of sleep, I feel like I’m about to keel over. So yeah. Thanks for an awesome birthday celebration mommy, Denise, and Momal. I [...]

My Mommy called me a fire opal. My daddy took me to New Orleans. I cried for my mommy and I wrote all through math about NO for my daddy. I could write here for hours, let words fall into poetry, or stuff them into labored sentences to try and describe how I feel: recovering [...]

Denise’s iPhone 4s…So. Incredibly. COOL.

Memories. My daddy has given me so many memories, beautiful memories, and more every day. I remember nights of collecting lots of books and sitting down, eager to hear Daddy read me each one. I remember trips, lots of trips, Incredible trips, from the snow-capped Whistler mountain to the heat of Tanzania. I remember learning [...]

Sometimes you know when people love you. You can just tell. I had one of those moments. Love is… when your mom transcribes physics problems into an email for you. when Denise scans the graph for you. when your dad offers to drive twenty minutes to get your book. when your stepmother lets you not [...]

I think Mommy took yesterday’s post differently than it was meant. Denise is like Buffy: when she leaves the Hell-mouth goes crazy active, by no fault of Willow’s or Xander’s or Angel’s. It just happens. So here’s a haiku: No tampons are thrown No pea soup, no spinning heads Everything is sane.

I wrote this poem because I realized that, however ept Mommy may be, Denise tempers our insanity to seem less insane, if that makes any sense. So, here’s a haiku: When Denise is gone The world is much crazier. We need sanity!

I was going to write a story. It was a really good premise. I remember being so excited to write it! But every time I got online to write it, I decided “I’ll do it tomorrow” and then commenced to whine about physics. So, I had decided: “Tonight, tonight I’m going to write it for [...]