Tree sitting

Lost in my Memories The memories instantly rush back to my mind when I begin to read the book my mom used to read to me. The stories we shared will never leave my memory. I am packing up to head to the cemetery to visit my mom, on my list of things to bring with me is a pillow, a sleeping bag and blanket, so I can take a nap if needed, and last but definitely not least, Herald and the Purple Crayon, which always stays next to my bed. As I hop in the car the only thing that I double check that I…

As I am sitting in the cold, frigid, choir room, I am focused on my choir director, Mr. DeBore, who is wearing khaki dress pants with a light blue dress shirt, and a blue and tan designed tie. Behind him is a bright green wall covered with posters of cheat-sheets with different subject matter we cover in class and see in our sheet music every day. As he begins to start warm ups, like we do every morning, a thought comes to his mind and as usual, he trails off to a totally different topic. It was…

as sitting around a long, rectangular dinner table with parents, siblings,…

enjoyed it. To begin I would like to say the production and the displays were magnificent. When I walked in even before the show began they gave the perfect lighting with the snowflakes projected on the closed curtains. They also projected a Christmas tree and sat nutcrackers on each side giving a great winter theme. As it began to fill up I noticed the diverse crowd, there were people from all ages and races attending the show. As the show started the lights went dim and the curtains opened…

Crawling, the stream of blood running into my mouth distracting me from getting to the phone. Slowly I feel my mind slipping, and the only thing I can think of is reaching the phone before I go unconscious. The pounding of my heart beat is exhausting, but I am in reach of the phone. With everything left in me, I dial the only number I can remember anymore. Each ring seems to take longer and longer, but over my heartbeat I heard a faint “Hey Nanny”. My words came out shattered, incoherent, and…

black outside, I tiptoed down the hallway, my heart beating fast. I 'd heard voices and even though I wasn 't allowed out of bed yet, I had to investigate. One quick glance at the front room told me Santa had come. As usual he 'd left the Christmas tree lights on, transforming everything into a magical wonderland. However, the voices had come from the kitchen which made no sense at all. "What 's going on? ' I asked as I rounded the corner and into the kitchen. I couldn 't help but squint as my…

been trademarked by Birch and Boyd. As of now, the words are free game everywhere else so no need to worry about trademark infringement if you live in the states! Number Seven: Bears are the most common animal found on these jumpers. Sitting by the Christmas tree, riding on an open sleigh, or even just standing there holding presents, bears seem to be the animal of choice. They even beat out reindeer, which occupy the position of second place. Take that, Rudolph! Number Six: High end…

As we were going down the stairs towards the living room with the Christmas tree and the presents. We approached the corner, I saw a wheel, and wondered what it is and as I got closer It started to come to me. My Mom and StepMom bought us all new bikes. All three of us burst with excitement and joy, our eye glowed like giant marbles…

The city rests in a valley of rugged mountains like the heart inside some ancient skeleton. Each evening iron-rich rocks conspire with the setting sun to beat a pulse so elemental that it transcends time. My wife and I moved here from Washington, DC. Work made our decision, but we embraced it, imbued with manifest destiny of the 21st century: the west’s fertile farmland re-formed in technology hubs, then and now ideal places for someone willing to work hard for the opportunity to succeed. Our…

Who doesn’t like gifts? I mean, I absolutely love them. Whether they are small, big, round, squared, or even impossible to hold physically, and without sounding spoiled, they make me extremely happy. However, some gifts are quite interesting. Just like the gift my mother offers me every single day. The appearance of the gift isn’t quite physical, it’s more of a feeling that only I get to feel. A feeling that makes me feel warm. It’s September of 2006, my birth month. I pass by the kitchen…