Fiona #4

What could Wanda possibly say? What could she tell her daughter, the one whom she’d never truly loved? Had she ever felt an inkling of desire to love her daughter, or a whisper of happiness when Fiona first cried? A bubble of joy releasing into a soft laugh as Fiona cooed at her mother? No,…

Fiona #3

Fiona was now a girl of life and happy. No longer was there any resent in her blood. Witch, maybe. She could live with the taunts now. “Witch girl” “Demon girl” and the like merely blew over her head. Now, she spend the rest of her days when she could leave that horrible place full…

Fiona #2

Fiona herself was an extraordinary young woman, and not just because her mother was a fraud at magic and her father was nowhere to be found. She was an example of extraordinary power that her mother could never hope to have. The girl could do extraordinary magic. It had started when Fiona went on to…

Fiona #1

Witch. That’s what they said. See that girl over there? She plays with spider legs and talks to bats. Maybe she even hung upside down with them. Fiona was no witch. Neither was her mother, who tried to convince clients that she was. The woman was mixed, half white descended from the celtic witches of…

The Boy in the Barn

So recently I’ve been trying to get better at writing short stories, and as I’ve said before, I’m kind of a horror freak. I wrote a two page horror story based on the movie, The Eyes Of My Mother. That movie actually freaked me out because it was so unorthodox with regard to traditional tactics…

Hopeless And Homeless Teenagers

As I’ve posted before, I was adopted before I was even a year old. This is the family I know. It’s so strange for me to imagine ever being a part of someone else’s family, being born to another woman. But for some kids, they can’t ever imagine belonging to a family at all. I know…

How To Find A Good Therapist

As someone who has had 5 therapists and 2 psychiatrists, I think I have some experience and have learned some things about this. I have mentioned before that I have depression and slight anxiety. A couple years ago I was suicidal. But what probably saved my life were my therapists and psychiatrists. It wasn’t easy….

Why I love Art

A while ago, I did a post called Why I Love Poetry. I figured I would follow that up with its equal and opposite, art. Poetry is a kind of writing that follows rules and yet has no rules, unless you make those rules. Poetry is a type of art, but this post is focusing…

Color Personalities

Recently my mother was asked, what is your color personality? On further questioning from my mother, this person explained that colors can convey certain emotions. This is known by many interior designers, who strategically place colors for certain rooms in a home or an office building. For example, if you want to relax, good colors…

Why I Love Poetry

Poetry is so unique and romantic, mainly because I think it has personality. Poetry is what comes from the writer’s very soul. It’s a form of writing that has rules or doesn’t. It doesn’t matter what pattern it follows. It’s always beautiful because it comes from a beautiful soul. I have been brave in sharing…

Everything I’ve Learned About Adoption

I can only speak for myself on this, because everyone’s adoption story is different. Honestly, I’m really lucky. I was adopted at 9 months old from Russia, a country of thousands of orphans. Now I’m in a good middle class American family. I have been so lucky, but there are so many kids who aren’t…

Depression Is A War

Depression does three things to you: lies to you, controls you, and never goes away. It’s a war, and you live with it or die trying to. Depression is a liar. It tells you that you have no worth; that you can’t do anything right so why even bother trying. It tells you that you…