Leslie Writes
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Another struggling millennial. Writing is my creative outlet and stress reliever.
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Hot Girl Summer
One of the requirements for my Bachelor’s degree was an internship at a professional theater. It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. There were only a handful of us in the acting track at my small liberal arts college. We carpooled to one of those “cattle call” auditions where all the regional theaters find college kids for their summer productions.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Confessions
Spirit’s Fortune
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jack Jenkins and his brother, Elisha lit several more candles forming a circle around the table in the center of the room. They prepared everything exactly as instructed. If all went according to plan, this night would change their lives forever.
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Fiction
Struggles of a Would Be Minimalist
Our little family of three is nearing the end of its long slow crawl to home ownership. As we begin to pack up our belongings, I pause to take stock of these things that have survived all the phases of our lives so far. There's stuff from the past seven years since our daughter was born. There’s a bunch of junk from the six years my husband and I were married, but still childless. And I can’t forget the crap we brought into the mix as singles.
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Confessions
The Freedom to Learn and the Path to Peace
My daughter recently overheard a conversation I was having with my husband about Ukraine. You’d be surprised what kids pick up on and what they are curious about. We started talking about it in the car on the way to the store. I remember my parents broaching difficult subjects while stuck in traffic. Likewise, I’d occasionally ask them some difficult questions from the back seat of the car. There you have a captive audience.
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in The Swamp
Saint Patrick’s Day: Expectation vs. Reality
Here’s to the cavalcade of holidays that get us through the cold months: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentines Day…And this is where it begins to lose momentum…Saint Patrick’s Day. As a kid, March 17th meant nothing more than loaded baked potatoes in the school cafeteria and getting pinched for not wearing green. I'd also be reminded that I am somewhat Irish and formerly Catholic, but now not particularly religious on my father’s side. That was basically it. American Saint Patrick’s Day is a bit of a sham anyway, like Cinco de Mayo, a holiday with real significance to an entire culture turned into an excuse to get drunk.
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Proof
Diamonds Give Me Heartburn. Top Story - February 2022.
I think I was nine when my Nana took me to get my ears pierced. She might have been more excited about it than I was. She even bought me a little pair of diamond chip earrings to switch into once I was healed. “These are very special and expensive,” she said, placing the velvet box into my hand. “You have to take good care of them.”
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Confessions
Hawk Out
The pizza guy knocked and said “you’ve got a hawk out here.” “A what?” This was supposed to be a contactless delivery. He sounded serious. I leaned out of my apartment to check. Sure enough, something flew back and forth over our heads. I live at the top of a three story walk up with tall windows on both sides. Poor thing bonked itself against the glass several times. I’ve seen birds and insects get confused before, but never one this large and this confused.
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Confessions
