— a September 11th reflection  Petite and dainty, a bright flower nestled in her curly hair. It was her birthday. She was all smiles and sunshine, bounding into class with mama’s homemade cupcakes in tow. Giddy schoolgirls, ooh’ing and ahh’ing. We commenced with our reading, writing, and arithmetic. Then, abruptly, the nine o’ clock bell…

Thanks again to Emily for hosting these linkups on her truly lovely and literary blog, Chatting at the Sky! I’ve loved the community that is forming around these posts. One thing I learned in August truly takes the cake. My husband and I learned we are expecting a little girl! Though I am beyond thrilled…

Here’s a little creative writing piece I wrote a while ago, inspired by a real conversation I once had. If you have a creative piece you’d like to share, please link to it in the comments! -Victoria A man lumbers towards my porch, his face gnarled with age like an oak tree. I can barely…