When comes the point that life loses its value? Life in so much pain is not a life at all.

My heart soars. Pounding inside my chest- Inside my head-My eardrums- Adrenaline rush. So much In so little time…

How Is it fair that One so good- should live such a relatively short life, as compared to humans, the makers of war

I never expected to start crying during class because I was talking about my memoir, it just seemed to work out that way. There was nothing else I could do. No way to stop myself... as memories rush back... my grandparents, my pets.

I started writing this story, and as I was writing it, I heard the song Some People Change on the radio, and I got an idea.

One horse. One girl. But so much more.

I had a dog, named Mutley, for my entire childhood. He died when he was 17 years old. He used to pull my sister and i in a sled in the winter, loving everyone. I wrote this poem shortly after he died.

The story of the whiskey rebellion, written as a newspaper article

An 18-year-old widow living in a poor diseased section of Africa battles her husband's death, her family's death, hunger, disease, and her son's illness.

A diary of an Indian's life in the French and Indian War

A daring adventure tale about a young woman and the battle against her parents' beliefs to become a doctor.