Is it too much to ask to be swept off your feet? To have someone bellow love songs at the top of their voice? To run around in the rain like idiots, splashing each other in puddles? To dance and sing love songs loudly in each other’s faces?

Apparently.

Last…

Mom sat me down at the kitchen table. We were on opposite ends with only cardinals on the plastic tablecloth separating us. …

Recently, I was thinking back to my sophomore year of college. Now a year older, I am far more mature and have grown as a person in the past year.

Obviously.

I found some of the writing I turned in for my first writing class at Geneva. Being the 19-year-old…

I think what scares me most is losing people.

I remember vividly that the first nightmare I ever had. I watched my brother antagonize a wolf that was standing on his hindlegs riding the carousel we were on. Glenn kept bothering him again and again, ignoring my warnings that the…

My mother has called me dramatic as long as I can remember. One time, I threatened to cut out my tongue with a pair of scissors because I didn’t want to memorize words for my homeschool co-op’s third-grade spelling bee.

“You better press hard, it’s a muscle,” was her response.

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Ghost-hunters are not some Discovery Channel bull crap that exist solely for people to poke fun of from the safety of their armchairs sculpted around their butts, munching on a pack of David’s Original Sunflower Seeds.

Well, okay, maybe they are.

I’ve never seen a ghost. But I’ve tried my…

I had watched Disney’s Peter Pan more times than I could count. Wendy was always my favorite because she, like me, was the oldest sibling that could dream but was being constantly pressured to grow up. Sure, she had two little brothers, which I didn’t have, but in my head…

Stories had a huge impact on my life growing up. If my mother had her way, she’d still be reading me books aloud. From The Hobbit to history textbooks and whatever fit in between, I was served a steady diet of story sandwiches. …