• Reese commented on the post, cheated 2 years, 7 months ago

    She often thought she had been cheated out of her childhood and early teen years. There were no photos of her parents and brother proudly flanking her at high school graduation. The family sedan never received its first fender bender from her first driving attempt.

  • Reese commented on the post, wishful 2 years, 7 months ago

    I couldn’t help but stare at Ashley with a look of dumbfounded pity. In what was definitely a display of naïveté and wishful thinking, she had allowed two, strange men to park her car.

    “Ashley, how long has it been since they said they would park your car?”

    She tilts her head and scrunches her brow, trying to equate drunk time with r…[Read more]

  • Reese commented on the post, oven 2 years, 7 months ago

    It was time she conquered her fears; it was time she baked a cake. A quizzical glance and a slight electrical buzz later, the oven was preheated to 400.

  • Reese commented on the post, rattle 2 years, 7 months ago

    She opened the box and grasped the wooden rattle her grandfather had made for her mother. Marveling at the intricate pattern – a green paisley print interspersed with yellow stars – she couldn’t help but be excited at the thought of her little bundle of joy entering the world.

  • Reese commented on the post, miss 4 years, 9 months ago

    I miss the firsts and the frequencies at which they occurred. The first time you asked to hold my hand. To share a kiss. To be your girlfriend. But, I love the familiarity and the comfort we have with one another. I love us.

  • Reese commented on the post, flexible 5 years ago

    I carry these burdens,
    strapped to my back,
    in old trunks,
    fastened together by
    brass buckles and
    and travel stickers,
    Cincinnati, Austin,
    and Lafayette.

    Sturdy like an oak tree,
    flexible like a branch and its
    leaves billowing in the wind.
    I’d like to think I’m these things as I
    climb up my 24th flight of stairs.

    But in the…[Read more]

  • Reese commented on the post, imagined 5 years ago

    He never imagined that it would be like this.

    Adrenaline constantly coursing through his veins, sirens blaring off in the distance.

    A pretty smile next to him as stacks of cash spilled over the edges of burlap bags.

    “Give me a kiss, baby.”

  • Reese commented on the post, hardly 5 years ago

    I was hardly coherent as strings and jumbles of words poured out of my mouth.

    In the blur of events that transpired, all I can remember is the look on your face when you said “I love you,” and the big goofy smile that crossed my face when you said it.

  • Reese commented on the post, aunt 5 years, 1 month ago

    I was not prepared to be an aunt; I was not even prepared for kindergarten.

    How could my brother do this to me?

    I’m the cute one, not this weird, crying, tiny human.

  • Reese commented on the post, frown 5 years, 1 month ago

    Instead of a resting bitch face, I have a perpetual frown.

    “I’m NOT sad,” I exclaim. “My face just looks like that!”

    How ironic that my name means “smile.”

  • Reese commented on the post, sweep 5 years, 1 month ago

    It’s so crazy to me how easily you managed to sweep me off my feet. I always thought my two left feet anchored me to the floor, made me unmovable. But, here you are: sweeping me off my feet, teaching me what it means to not only love yourself, but to love another person.

  • Reese commented on the post, tailgate 5 years, 1 month ago

    When we were young,
    autumns were all about the leaves changing colors,
    new semesters beginning,
    tailgating and drinking pilsners
    during college football season.

    So many secrets were shared
    under warm blankets, next to
    campfires, with marshmallows melting
    and charring off the tips of sticks.

    Now, it’s all of those things, but
    with…[Read more]

  • Reese commented on the post, humid 5 years, 1 month ago

    The humidity in Houston is like the sweaty hug from a complete stranger that I receive daily: it’s completely unwanted and yet I still accept it.

    Maybe the city isn’t rejecting me after all.