Promises
An odd poem written between high school and college, blending together experiences and advice doled out to my sister and me.
Throwback Thursday
Women of Grass
Today is my mother’s birthday! In honor of her birthday, I am sharing an essay I wrote while in Hollins that touched on our relationship. I do wish that I had a better throwback to share- ha! This was a period of growing pains for me and my family, as I struggled with what my …
Reflecting on Of Marbles to Bears
Last week I posted my personal essay, Of Marbles to Bears, which I wrote for a creative non-fiction class the fall of 2010 my Junior year at Hollins. The assignment was to choose your favorite word and then write an essay structured with an opening anecdote, an examination of the word, another anecdote, another word …
Of Marbles to Bears
This is the personal essay I wrote in the fall of 2010 for my “Creative Non-Fiction” class that made my professor, the brilliant Thorpe Moeckel, observe that I “loved sentences.” He was right, I do. I have several stories and observations about this particular essay and I think next week I will share a story …
“In Transit” in Reflection
Last week, I mentioned giving some critical analysis of the story I shared, “In Transit.” I normally hesitate to give an analysis over my own writing because I am a big believer in reader created meaning. Once something is able to be read by an audience, authorial intent doesn’t matter as much to me as …
In Transit
Out of April and back to short stories and personal essays. This short story is one that I wrote while studying abroad in London and taking a creative writing class at London Met. My creative writing class was concerned about “place.” This short story bent that theme as far as I could take it by …
The Crickets
This is a poem I wrote late one night, during late winter while homesick in Lincoln. My studio apartment featured a loud refrigerator, which reminded me of crickets and the sounds of home. The Crickets Kylie Louise McCormick The mechanical buzzing, humming, sprigging in my refrigerator fills my chilled apartment at night. …
William Tell Has Bad Aim
On November 18, 1307, legend says that William Tell shot an apple off his son’s head. The fable is wrapped up in Switzerland’s Independence, framing Tell as a heroic and principled fighter for the cause while borrowing elements of the myth from neighboring cultures. Today I am sharing my first and only attempt at historical …
Sound of a Sigh
The summer my Grandpa Wally fell, the hospital conditionally released him to a nursing home for a week of physical therapy. I remember the look on his face when they put him in his temporary new room and the words out of his mouth, “Get me the hell out of here.” There was nothing I …
On My Way
Happy National Poetry Month! In the spirit of the month, each Thursday I will try to post a poem. I dug through my old notebooks for this one. As Wyoming weathers another spring snowstorm, this spring snow poem opines for escape. To me, poems have always been lovely little escapes or beautiful places to store …