I was always a doodler in school, but I never really thought of myself to be an artist. I don’t remember taking an art class in the seventh or eighth grade, but for some unknown reason, I decided to take it my last semester of ninth grade. More than likely, it was for...
Third place in the Jacksonville Author of the Year Contest The building is hauntingly quiet. Outside my room, the hallway is getting dark. I sit at my desk in my classroom feeling very sad, lonely, and, for certain, missing my old school. Probably all of the other...
When Koda, my big yellow Labrador, woke me up Monday morning, and I agreed to get out of bed, I did with a sigh as we had been promised another eight to twelve inches of snow. I’m tired of snow, and I was going to have to drive in it whether I wanted to or not. Much...