Madeleine

I am a creator by nature, and knew in the fourth grade that my occupation would involve speaking my truth into existence however possible. I published my first book in high school, and traveled around my hometown reading at elementary schools and sharing my message. I am currently halfway through my undergrad at the University of Kansas, seeking a double major in Creative Writing and Journalism, with a minor in Art History. With a passion for poetry, nonfiction, and wandering through museums and libraries, I am constantly chasing creativity.

Stray Snowballs

Have you ever been hit in the face with a snowball? As I’ve mentioned before, I have two younger, mischievous brothers. Who both happen to play baseball. You can make a guess where I’m going with this. Last night, frozen water in the form of flakes fell about 10 inches here in good old Nebraska. […]

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Give Me 65

Slow drivers drive me nuts. I am always in a hurry. I am always, what you could call, fashionably late. I get it from my mother. If we have to be somewhere at noon, we’ll leave at 11:57. One of my favorite quotes is from the Princess Diaries. “A queen is never late, everyone else […]

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Rebellious Teenagers

By definition, the word independent means: free from outside control; not depending on another’s authority. As I have mentioned many, many times, I am sixteen. I am put under the category of “rebellious teenager”, as are most kids my age. And yes, this may somewhat be true. God knows I can’t seem to keep my mouth […]

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Facing The Demons

Okay, two things:  One, tonight, I am going to write about facing your fears. And two, it is currently 1 am. Dani and I are on winter break at the moment, but the clock is ticking. We have approximately 3 days left. We are determined to use this precious time wisely, and staying up late […]

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Hope

I really like the word hope. Probably enough to get it tattooed on my body just to remind me how much I like it.. just kidding. Mom calm down I won’t do that. Maybe a skull and bones on my forehead though. Or barbwire around my biceps. Listen to me, getting sidetracked already. Anyhow. The […]

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