My stories

My creative writing stories :) I hope you enjoy.

My Story
My story is complex. Being born and growing up in a small town, anxious for more. Moving from city to city, Las Vegas and Salt Lake City became stopping off points. Learning and deciding were what I take from those experiences. New York City was where I lived, fell in love, and found passion, passion for life, passion for family, passion for a career, and passion for love. Phoenix was smoldering. Love was rekindled, friendships were lost and appreciation was learned. Idaho was frigid. Family and friends were reconnected, but so were the fights. New Jersey was where I became me. Love went as the waves did; constantly coming and going. I thought he was the one, but he wasn’t, I thought he was the other one, but he wasn’t either. Friends became family, putting my broken heart back together with laughter, late night ice cream trips and weekend holidays. Families became lifetime friends. The waves stopped, and I met the one, my heart stopped and joined his. Together we live, together we love, and together we are complex.

My dad’s story is troubled. Always struggling to find his way, always trying to be what he wanted, but what his parents wanted him to be. Third of nine made him always feel left out. The only man in a house of women set him as far away as ever, even animals were women. He always looked for love, and acceptance. He had it all along but never knew it.

One person’s story begins with love and another’s begins with sorrow and pain. Everyone’s story contain moments of pure joy, moments of complete anger, moments of tears and moments of bright smiles. Stories are very different, but also, at the core, the same.

Your story is cloudy, cloudy in your eyes. You never see how good things are. You never see how much you are loved. You put the blame on others. You push friends aside. You never realize that you are worth so much more; you are worth immeasurable love, worthy of laughter, and of all things possible and even those that aren’t.

My mom’s story is filled with ups and downs. She started her life in middle of nowhere Utah. The youngest of four and the sparkle in her father eyes. She grew up in California, still the sparkle in her father’s eyes, but also a strong, but scared young woman. Moving all over the massive state from the end to end, she was forced to make friends, but then lose friends a year later. Finally settling down to racial fights, outdoor school, and her first love, her life didn’t stand still. Her marriage to her soldier brought her from the warm beaches to the blistering cold mountains. Together they had love, they had laughter and they had babies. Everything changes, their laughter changed to yelling, and love changed to hatred.

Valerie and Ed’s story started in church. He was a dashing, proud and charming young man. She was a beautiful, shy, quite and happy young woman. He opened his mouth to talk about his love for the Air Force and his respect for J.R.R. Tolkien. Her world stopped and her heart became alive. They shared a quiet, intimate first date talking and sharing. They shared wild, crazy dates in Disneyland. They shared their life and their vows. She was daddy’s girl but became Eddy’s wife.

What happens when all your joys, dreams and laughter suddenly gets taken away. When your heart feels like it was ripped out and shattered?
What happens when the love you felt, the life you needed and the family you created is suddenly gone?
What happens when you realize the lifetime you lived was built on a lie?
I say pick up the pieces, carry on with love and laughter and remember that you are worth everything and so much more.



Parisian Goodbye

That morning was cool, crisp and tranquil.
The streets of Paris were just waking up.
The smell of freshly washed cobblestone, cigarettes and urine were in the air.
Store windows were glistening in the new day sun.
The morning would have been one to spend in our pillow covered bed.

“Why are we standing out here and not in bed” I ask myself
How did we get to this point?
How did I let myself push my sweet Émilie to leave with our beautiful Aurélie?
What happened to my love?

In my 27 years I have never been so ashamed.
A father should be happy to see his baby girl.
He should be captivated by his four year old daughter’s stories of being a princess.
A father should put his career at the door when his child needs a hero.
My precious Aurélie, forgive me.

Her elegant style eludes her confidence. Her 25 year old heart was so kind and gentle.
Her mesmerizing brown eyes captivated this rough actor’s soul.
Her sensual lips entice me to kiss them, and to watch her speak.
The sweet tantalizing smell of her hair teases me as it waves in the wind
My radiant Émilie, forgive me

My heart is broken, my family is leaving.
My mind is playing a montage of memories, a life on fast forward.
I feel like an Alaskan night, cold, lonely, and desolate.
Will I be able to repair my love, reclaim Émilie’s trust?

This cool exterior of a seemingly presumptuous man is all an act.
My strong face is damaged and hiding in shame.
My bold jacket is covering a shattered heart.
Standing on the street corner while they leave
This image of a crumpling family will be imprinted on my mind like a photograph.