In the spirit of my Happiness Project's month of friendship, I thought I'd share a letter I wrote to my best friend Megan for her to read on her wedding--which is, incidentally, today. (Pictures & blog posts to follow!) Megan, You are the kindest, most thoughtful, most generous friend I have ever had. I know … Continue reading Letter to the Bride
Today on sorority misconceptions debunked: Isn't being in a sorority just paying for your friends? No, kind reader, I do not pay for my friends. I pay for some of the experiences that I have with the women in my chapter, who quickly become my friends because of the values that we share and the … Continue reading I Don’t Pay for My Friends
A recap of my 2016 & fingers crossed for 2017 I'm writing this at 11:42 p.m. on December 31st, 2016. Not shockingly at all, but New Year's blindsided me, as did Christmas (which I rushed to throw together once the semester ended), as did Thanksgiving (which was pitifully celebrated by three people around a slightly … Continue reading A Year to Remember
I’m positively bursting with information. I’m full to the brim with it. I feel like spilling over. I turn towards a stranger. I open my mouth, then close it. This is classified information. Or rather, information only I care about. The girl next to me doesn’t care. The boy doesn’t give a damn. People couldn’t … Continue reading Not So Classified
A friend recently asked me when I knew that my husband was "the one." I didn't have a good answer for her. For starters, I don't really believe that there is such a thing as "the one." I believe that there are a multitude of people out there in the world that I could be … Continue reading There is No “One” Love of Your Life
A short story published in The Elixir’s 2015-16 edition by our guest writer Becca:
Albert by Rebecca Jarrett
The old man sat at the bar, nursing a whisky.
“Take it easy there, Albert. It’s only just half four; you should pace yourself.”
Albert smiled wryly at the grimacing barkeep. “I’m 81 years old and I fought in a war. I’ve served out Queen and this country. I think it’s well within my rights to have a drink or two.”
That barkeep shrugged, then turned back around to finish wiping down the glasses with a musty cloth.
The young man finishes his pint and pushes it toward the barkeep. “Cheers,” he calls over his shoulder- though he doesn’t bother to look back as he walks to the other end of the reception hall.
He is in his uniform, today. She likes a man in uniform, and he knows it. He uses it to his advantage.
“Hello, Matilda. What’s a young lass like yourself doing at…
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The room was brightly lit, an effect created by the combination of the left hand side lamp— still on —and the sun beaming through the right hand side window, ruffled curtains thrown wide. On the left: large black socks strewn across the floor in the aisle beside the bed; on the nightstand, an open half-empty … Continue reading Marriage
For context: Intro to My Happiness Project | Month One: Energy & Status Report | Month Two: Health & Hygiene & Status Report | Month Three: Diet & Status Report | Month Four: Money & Status Report | Month Five: Home & Status Report This month I am going to focus on my marriage. Thus far, my goals each month have been much more quantifiable, so this will … Continue reading Month Six: Marriage
For context: Intro to My Happiness Project | Month One: Energy & Status Report | Month Two: Health & Hygiene & Status Report | Month Three: Diet & Status Report | Month Four: Money & Status Report | Month Five: Home Last month’s resolution of keeping the house in order went fairly well, all things considered. Towards the tail end of the month, I got the flu and, … Continue reading Month Five (Status Report)
My short story published in The Elixir’s 2015-16 edition:
Good Things Will Grow by Katelyn Rochford-Price
“Mommy, if I plant this in the garden, will it grow?” you ask, holding up an apple seed- the remains of your lunch.
“I don’t know,” I reply, “let’s go find out.”
We trudge out to the backyard, using your colorful plastic shovel to dig a patch of soft earth. You reverently place the seed in its shallow bed and begin to sprinkle dirt over it. Soon the deed is done.
“When will it become a tree?”
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