With the Child in Me (Adolescence into Young-Adulthood)
I miss my drunken sheets and sappy romances. I miss my days grown old and veiled eyes. I miss the innocence and naivete, the silliness and stupidity. I miss my teenage […]
Category Archives: Writing
Summer 2013 Memories and Home in a Flashback
Every now and then, I find myself falling more and more in love with my hometown. It’s almost like that old adage where “you want what you can’t have—” because […]
The Lonely Life… and Becoming a Rhythm Guitarist
Image Source: ironingboardcollective Right now, I’ve got my ears plugged to Fleetwood Mac and Kate Earl (due to my recent infatuation with that talented songbird). I’m in complete awe of […]
To the One with Dreams, Love
Image Source: formybeautifullove Let’s say you’re walking down a street. You’re in your old neighborhood, seeing the same sights and the same sort of people you’ve grown up seeing. Maybe […]
I Feel Like a Different Person Every Day
Precaution: I am writing this, once again, at 2:00am. Please excuse the utter eccentricity of this post, but know the sincerity found in its significance. SOURCE: Looking To Business The […]
“No Strings Attached” on Relationship Stuff
Adam: So, what’s up with not calling me back? Emma: I’m not good at this stuff. Adam: At what? Talking? Emma: Yeah, talking. Communicating. Relationship stuff. If we were in […]
I’m Not Comfortable with Where I Am, but I Love It
With a gauze pad stuffed up my throat and ice pack held against my face every half hour or so, you can bet I’m loving this whole post-gum-graft-surgery lifestyle. My […]
Lit Jrn 21: Growing as the Active Participant in Reporting Journalism
* via rachelannc.tumblr.com/post/52698040043 Here is my reflection piece for the LJ21 Reporting Journalism class I’ve taken this past quarter. From interviewing strangers to cops to professors to covering events, I’ve learned […]
“Dream Girl”
“Dream Girl“ by Rachel Ann Cauilan COPYRIGHT 2012 You could see it in her eyes She was a prize among the guys Looking for a real one Someone she could […]
“Masqueraded”
“Masqueraded” by Rachel Ann Cauilan COPYRIGHT 2009 You fell upon the vines in the vineyard It sickens me to see where you’ve gone Your plastic heart overused twice too many […]
