Home. It used to be as obvious as the color of my hair or the freckles on my face. A little green house off the corner of Oakmount and Rainbow road. Home. Honeysuckle and daffodils. Fresh layers of evergreen paint carefully added by my dad each summer. Towering pines in the backyard that swayed in [...]
I write the way I practice yoga. To write, to finally sit down and put myself before the blank paper or the flashing cursor, is half the battle. Just as the road to sitting down on a mat is lined with signs telling me to turn back. I swat away excuses circling me like flies [...]
I am from June. My mom tells me about the lavender flowers that burst open in the front yard the day I came home from the hospital, welcoming me home. Each summer is a rebirth to me, the sun turning stray strands of my brown hair to gold and reminding me how much I long [...]
Every January first, I celebrate the New Year with the rest of the world in a blur of cheesy party glasses and champagne. But June is where I truly got my start. A rainy Sunday, June 2, marked my first day in the world, and June has treated me well, so well, ever since. In [...]
The plane trembled below me, jolting my stomach into awareness of the fact that I was thousands of feet above the Earth. Breathing deeply and gripping my armrest, I felt the familiar and unwelcome sensation of motion sickness take hold. Enviously, I glanced at the other passengers around me, unaffected and even bored by the descent as [...]
I’ve dropped a lot of money on concerts. If I’m being honest with myself, I’m sure it’s approached hundreds of dollars over the past few years. Some people can relate to this; others, not so much. Why put everything into a few hours of excitement? I know it’s just not sustainable to whip out my [...]
Bridget Cook 