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The Crash

From my non-fiction novel, 'Born on Purpose by Mistake,' comes the first chapter of a disturbing tra

EARLY SUMMER, 2013 This was simply too awesome to really comprehend. I just couldn't believe that it was finally me instead of someone else as it usually was. It had always been stories of good fortune happening to everyone else. The kind you see on TV, v...

Yeah, Right

You're so skinny... but I'll shut up, be quiet, and just watch... I guess.

An empty seat, The back of the class... You're skin and bones, But I say nothing, you'll yell and scream, and in the end... it's no good. It seems to me nothing's being done, But, really, it's none of my business, I'm just a friend, a concerned friend, th...

Being Strong, Being Controlled, Being There

Be strong... be controlled... be there... that's all that matters right now.

Walk in, slowly- painfully slowly, so it takes as long to get back to that seat as possible. Breathe in, breathe out, unnoticed breathing, but calming breathing. Swallow those feelings, you had to be strong, strong and patient. Willing to be that, and to...

Skinny

February is eating disorder awareness month... plus I thought I'd do more...

Doesn't come to school, stays home sick. I'm there, sitting in the seat, next to the one she would usually be in. Don't think about it I tell myself, but how do you not think and wonder and worry about a friend who is getting herself too deep into a deadl...

Watching

February is eating disorder awareness month... plus I thought I'd do more...

She comes to school, Sits next to me, I've seen the pictures...  I know what's under those layers, You can see every single little bone. She thinks that because she's not losing in her problem areas, it makes sense- Sense to do what? To starve yourself? T...

Rob - The meaning behind family.

This is a story I wrote that is true and I had it published in my school magazine.

I woke up to the sound of music as I do every morning when I have school. It was March 23, 2007 and it was a Friday. Fridays were gods to me because it was the last day in a school week. I have the same thoughts every morning. “What day is it? Do I have t...