A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

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#OctPoWriMo: Oct 27 & 28

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OctPoWriMo #27: Drive 

The young ones would ride in the back seat fearing for their lives. 
The old kids would learn how to drive in the front seat with you. 
I would panic at the thought of my cousins out on the road, 
but you would calmly teach the drivers who were brand new. 
 
We would sit in the back seat of your large van completely carefree, 
listening to music, playing with cousins, and the foster kids that you raised. 
My first memories of you were on the back roads in your car. 
You were always out helping your town which always left me amazed. (more…)


The Hollywood Intern: Part 5-Sitting There isn’t Free

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The brilliantly bold and golden ball was streaming its warm rays of light directly into my face as I drove down the overcrowded highway. I had my sunglasses on, the car visor down and in place, and a strip of tint on the very top of my car’s windshield but I was still incredibly blinded by the Southern California sunset. I watched it weave in and out of the passing trees and peak out in-between Los Angeles’ city skyline as I cruised down the 101, and it was then on my way back to my uncle’s house sliding swiftly into the slowly setting summer sun that I realized that my situation was shifting.

The few weeks of my internship were intense for me, but they were both evolving into something that was entirely more doable than the nonstop orgy of stress and confusion. The first internship, which was closer to my uncle’s house, was getting back to its normal schedule, but I had never actually experienced it due to my starting a couple of weeks later than everyone else because I was still in school. I had also gotten to know a lot of the other employees at the second internship, which was located more in the middle of Los Angeles, and I was finally in a place where I didn’t feel like I was going to [kill anyone] or find myself in [the most awkward of situations]. I was getting more comfortable dealing with the traffic and all of the strange turning lanes and complicated stop lights and I found myself not getting lost as much when I tried to find the nearest Target. (more…)