30 Years to Break My Heart
As told at “The Moth” Story Slam in Washington, DC on February 10, 2022 We were teenagers. I was on a student trip and my group had just arrived in the Wachau Valley of Lower Austria, about an hour from …
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Raw and honest, life is too short to not have a sense of humor about it, but sometimes it does get a little big. I hope you like rollercoasters.
As told at “The Moth” Story Slam in Washington, DC on February 10, 2022 We were teenagers. I was on a student trip and my group had just arrived in the Wachau Valley of Lower Austria, about an hour from …
The written version of the spoken word piece that appears on the UNESCO Center for Peace CD, “Action Moves People United“ I looked up into the sun Warm on my face The sky so blue Just like I could dive …
Through my tears, I strapped on the hiking shoes I wore on our last hike together – untouched since that day – and headed to Seneca Creek State Park, a nook of Mid-Atlantic flora and fauna amid the Maryland suburban …
In 2000, I moved to the country, after a lifetime of suburban living. I was excited about the changes to my quality of life that lay before me – no streetlights, no traffic, no neighbors stacked up on neighbors, no …
Speaking up is the hardest thing to do.
It is time to blow the lid off this “No Drama” bullshit I so often read in online dating site profiles. I’m not proud that I’ve been using dating sites for years. A lifestyle that treats choosing a human to …
My heart raced in the freezing cold, as I walked from my car to the club. It wasn’t the weather – Oakenfold is here, so I must be here too. His music transfixed me in my 20s. Back in the …
I know you’re thinking how hard can it be, especially if someone else is driving? Let me tell you how to ride a snow machine (that’s Alaskan for snowmobile) with your Alaskan boyfriend, who has somehow managed to never have …
200 words are all that separate me from the best opportunity I’ve had in a long time and I’m terrified. What a thin line. But it’s not the words separating me, is it…? It’s 200 words at the end of …
It was the first thing I read that day. I had just woken up and looked at my phone. There was a message from some guy asking, “Hi Kristin, would you like to submit a poem for a CD on …