Author Archives: Erin

Being perfect isn’t everything. 11th Grade: I was lying on the floor of my bedroom sobbing. The carpet beneath my cheek was sodden, but I couldn’t find the energy lift my head, let alone trod over to the computer to … Continue reading →

My dad doesn’t just read a vast collection of Science-Fiction novels. He also writes them. Well, one and a half of them to be exact. He’s not well known for them; you wouldn’t recognize his name. In fact, he has … Continue reading →

There is so much power hidden in books. With each new page, a little magic is released, building a fantastic world out of only twenty-six letters. Just one chapter can transport you onto Baker Street where Holmes and Watson mull … Continue reading →

1939-2004. Maybe “Loving mother and wife.” And a name. That’s all you get to describe a persons life: the year they were born, the year they died, and a dash. We have to be sure to live that dash. Life … Continue reading →

Click here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moSFlvxnbgk. It has 143 million views…just saying. My roommates and I watched frozen three times in 24 hours. And yes, this could mean we have way too much time on our hands, but I like to blame the … Continue reading →

I remember when she told us. My sister and I were snuggled in my parents’ bed listening to my dad read us Harry Potter. It was The Order of the Phoenix I think. She walked in, really calmly, and sat … Continue reading →

My mom is one of the smartest people I know. No, she didn’t find the cure for cancer or design a rocket that shoots humans into space. She didn’t invent the world’s fastest computer or write a classic American novel. … Continue reading →

There’s the Budweiser one about a spontaneous party. And the Coke one about America the Beautiful. Not to mention the Doritos one about a boy riding on a dog (and throwing a lasso around his brother?). In comparison, the Cheerios … Continue reading →

“Oh crap, the police.” Why is it that every time you see that distinctive black and white paint job or those flashing blue lights a bolt of fear radiates through your body? Even if you’re just walking your yellow lab … Continue reading →

Odi et Amo   Not to be overly dramatic, but Facebook was my everything in ninth grade. It was like some new shiny toy that everyone just had to play with…all the time. People would pose for pictures during lunch … Continue reading →