Life As I Know It

The following piece was written almost 3 years ago when my grandmother passed away… With every step, with every stride, with every mile that passes by I more than wish, I pray, that I will one day be able to fill her shoes… She had over 50 pairs of shoes. But in a white box, inside, covered in cloth, were her favorite shoes of all. They were a bit out dated, but any girl could appreciate their beauty. These were no ordinary shoes. They were the shoes she wore when she got married. Beautiful heels, with a hint of silver, diamonds, and straps made of silk. Gorgeous, exquisite and out of the ordinary. Cinderella would be envious. I was four when she let me try on those heels. Of course my tiny feet seemed rather to swim in the shoes, but I was so proud to be wearing them it did not matter. My grandmother laughed at the clankity clank that echoed in the room as I tried to walk in those shoes. I remember looking up at her, my face was filled with joy, I felt like a grown up being able to r...

The following story was requested: Maybe the Scarlet O’Hara in her didn’t let her see what was always there. And just like Scarlet she realized the truth when the end was inevitable. She knew of him for oh so long. He’d always been there for her through the good, the bad, the ugly. His loyalty to her was unconditional. He waited for the moment when she might look his way. But that moment seemed to take too long. "There’s something I have to tell you. Something I’ve been wanting to say for so long. " "Well wait. I have to tell you something too." "What" – he said excited "I think Im in love. Okay maybe not in love. But I realized I really like this guy." "Oh really? What’s his name?" "Christian " "Oh" - he said defeated That night she went on to tell him all about her new found interest. One she even recognized was impossible but that no matter what, she longed for. And he, he never told her what he had planned to sa...

The following piece is a story written about a funny conversation a friend of mine had, i chose to write it in first person to add enfasis... enjoy: “I feel his pain” My friend said as we sat on the bench after a long run. “What?” I said puzzled. “I said I feel his pain” “Who’s pain?” “That kids!” She said pointing to the group of boys on the baseball field. “Why?” I asked “No one’s gonna pick him watch” I looked at what she was pointing and sure enough there was a group of kids about to play a game of baseball. Each captain was choosing the players. One by one the kids lined up, till the last one standing was the boy. He looked with hopeful eyes to one captain than the other. Realizing all positions had been filled, he shrugged his shoulders and slowly began the walk to the bench, where he sat slouching down, resting his chin on his hand. “See!” she pointed. “No one picked him. I’m like that kid. Alone and unwanted.” I laughed, “Why is that?” “The first time I met Joe I thought he was...