My 11 Somethings for February

Hey friends!

Sorry ‘bout not showing up last week. I got a job, and, well…more on that later.
Anyhow, here’s how last month panned out.

Something Fun (and Slightly Painful)

Do you like sleeping on concrete? Cause I do.

Sort of. For a good reason.

Apparently, I’m a missable person because last month my sister invited me to spend the night at Cedarville with her and her roomie (who’s also my crazy friend).

It didn’t occur to me that college students don’t have room to store extra bedding for guests, so I ended up sleeping on about an inch of blankets and however many feet of concrete sits under the dorms. Read more

Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part Two (A Samiversary Story)

Hey friends!

I hope the last part of Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part Two amuses you. *sophisticatedly tips her sophisticated top hat in a sophisticated way*

Pain pulsed beneath my skin. Ouch.

I blinked. The snow froze my back. It was hard, like a concrete floor. Bright blue sky burned my eyes.

I’m not dead.

My wrist and shoulder throbbed. My board had ripped away from my boots and was probably halfway down the hill.

At least I get to walk down. I lifted my head, then dropped it back down. Just five more minutes…

A rush of snow pattered the ground behind me. “Are you ok?”

A voice. A girl’s voice.

The girl from the top of the hill. Miss Confident. Read more

Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part One (A Samiversary Story)

Today marks a momentous occasion.

Actually, tomorrow is the momentous occasion. But I’m celebrating it today since it’s Friday and I post on Fridays and all that.

A year ago tomorrow, I posted my first Sam story. Can you believe it? I’ve been pestering you guys with my little, awkward drama king for almost a year.

To commemorate this occasion, here is another Sam adventure. Behold! Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part One (Samiversary Story):

The car zipped down the highway at speeds Timber probably shouldn’t be reaching.

“Mom’s gonna freak! She’ll blame me and––”

I flinched, pulling the phone away from my ear. Timber glanced over, and I shrugged.

“Samantha, I’m fine. I promise,” I said.

“Timber said you were kidnapped and broke your leg or something! I mean, I’m used to the occasional concussion, but kidnapping!? I shouldn’t have let you go. I knew––”

‘’My legs are perfectly f––” The car hit a pothole, and I nearly dropped the phone. “Fine.” I hid my taped wrist behind my back.

“What happened?”

I blew out my cheeks. “I’ll tell you if you promise to calm down, ok?”

“I am calm. I am perfectly calm.” Samantha exhaled, sending a burst of static into my ear.

“You ready?” I asked.


“I wiped out. On a snowboard.” Read more

My 15 Somethings for Januaryish (Part 2)

Hey friends!

Here is the second part of my Somethings, as promised.

Something Sad

I’m all alone.

My sister headed back to college last month. Cedarville isn’t too far away, but it still feels weird. We’ve been together my entire life, and now she’s gone. *sniffs* Gone!

Ok, maybe I’m being dramatic, but still. Darn growing up.

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(Me and sis. I’m the one staring at the ground because I’m that photogenic.)


(Me and sis. I’m the one staring at the ground because I’m that photogenic.)

Something Deep

I had an article published by KP that hit pretty close to home. Many writers struggle with comparison and placing their worth in how well they write (including yours truly). In the article I wrote, I addressed these harmful patterns. I can honestly say this is one of my favorite articles that I’ve written.

Click here if you want to check it out. Read more