The Ultimate Guide to Babysitting (A Monologue)

Ms Wood, please don’t freak out but I think I ran into a problem while you were gone. You know your baby, Dot? Of course, you do, it’s your baby. Well, I may have…. Okay, before I tell you, let me paint you a picture. Me and Dot on the couch, watching some good old…

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WARNING! This piece deals with heavy topics such as depression and suicide. One in five. Today, one in five will wonder if being alive was worth the cost of another day. I knew someone like that- his name was Christian. His life was doctor’s visits and pill bottles. His uphills were mountains, and his downhills…

An Infinite Spectrum of Possibilities (Feature Article)

Play is the ‘language of childhood’. It not only helps the children learn to communicate their feelings with their parents and other adult figures but also to help their parents better learn the feelings of their children. It is especially hard for children with autism to communicate their needs and feelings. A lot of parents who have…

Humans

T is for Theater What to do there: Find a quiet spot. Places of prayer are not always tranquil. You could go in between prayer times when the church or mosque or temple is emptier and calmer; you’ll also draw less attention to yourself. Write about memories of prayer, your own or a character’s. Invent a…

Snow Kidding Around

A is for Art Gallery  What to do there: Pick a painting to work with. Go for something figurative. Tell its story in detail as if you’re describing a scene. Stay within the frame. Focus on describing what you see before moving into “story”. When you’ve written for at least 20 minutes, allow yourself only…

Childhood Friend

Depression. She had wrapped her arms around me back in the sixth grade. At first, acting like a friend that I was able to share my insecurities with and have the occasional sleepover where neither of us ever got a wink of sleep. But over time, her hugs got longer and more painful- her nails…

My Voice

THIS IS MY VOICE. THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT – BUT THIS ONE IS MINE. I hold it close to me, showing very few the full potential it carries. Although it appears weak, I promise you that it is not. It can boom out insight in a heartbeat, but prefer to stay silent to allow…

Dear Old Dad

I love my father- that is not secret information. We have been inseparable since the moment he held me in his arms for the first time. Sure, there are many significant things that he has done for me and sacrificed for me but nothing compared to his mere presence. One time stands above the rest….