Tag: freedom

  • Caught

    I knew I was in trouble the moment I found my sister reading my journal.  She would know about all the secrets and opinions I had about my family and my friends.  I didn’t really like any of them.  I knew my parents thought sending me to college would further my education just enough.  Just enough…

  • Setting them Free

    The circus came back to town the day I was supposed to leave.  I needed to get away from nowhere and anywhere Texas. I knew I would be held back by my family name – Taylor was a common enough last name, but in and around Georgetown it was the “Oh, you’re part of THAT Taylor…

  • Vacation Planning

    “I can’t believe you would back out now.  Especially since we have been planning this trip for months.  Am I supposed to go by myself?  And pay for the hotel by myself?  I was starting to panic thinking about paying the entire hotel bill for a week in Park City.  “You’re acting like this was…

  • Bad Habits

    “I picked up that habit from Brianne.  I know it’s a weird one and can be super annoying, but I’ve done it for so long, I can’t stop.”  “You can stop, just try harder,” my mother snapped.  “You can’t blame Brianne for everything.”  I opened my mouth to argue, but I knew it wouldn’t work.  When…

  • Without a Trace

    “Adam!  Jenny!  Michael!  I’m home,” I called as I kicked the door closed behind me.  I struggled through to the kitchen and managed to get all the bags onto the island without dropping a single thing.  “I’m home,” I called again.  I started putting the groceries away, listening with one ear for any noise coming from above.  Or below.  Or anywhere.  After a few minutes,…

  • The Best Summer

    The best summer of my life was the summer I turned seventeen.  It was the summer I gained freedom from myself and my parents.  No one quite believed how miserable I was, but then again, I hadn’t been totally honest about what was happening at home.  Everything came to a head when I came home to find my…

  • Clouds

    They floated above me  Finding peace in the wind  That I longed to feel  They moved at their own pace  While I ran with others  I longed for their freedom  Their compassion  Their release. 

  • Woodland

    The fresh air calls me  Calls me back to my childhood  My youth  My freedom  The fresh air sings of change  Of a lost life  Of better days  Dreams I had forgotten and my  Voice started to come back.  I knew where to go and the   Woods knew how to get me there