The Ballerina Bullfrog Catcher

I have had the great and unlikely honor of growing up the only girl in a family offive children. Being the only girl has many good points. Clothes,toys, games, sports equipment and anything else I could possibly want piled up inmy house Christmas after Christmas and birthday after birthday. I whined andcried until I got […]

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Transitions

My dad died when I was ten. That was the first domino to fall. Then my mom took over his business and in her spare time, escaped her accumulating problems by focusing on religion. Since her attention was elsewhere, her six kids had to take care of themselves. We struggled in different ways to overcome […]

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In case you never thought about it before…

Have you ever noticed how ugly the word ugly is? It is only used when describing something repulsive or undesirable. The world as a whole shys away from the word. Nobody wants to be ugly. This fact is utterly important. You see, I do not believe in ugly. Ugly, does not exist. The problem with […]

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Bright Lights

The image out of the window was a familiar one; I have seen this snow covered scenery before. The ride to Minneapolis has seemingly shortened now that it is my sixth year visiting. An uncertain knot develops in my stomach because this is the weekend I’m hoping my hard work will pay off. It is […]

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College Essay

“No matter how much it hurts, is it worth losing me?” The question hangs in the air as I think about the needles and IVs. I stare into her deep, slightly squinty chestnut eyes. I want to scream, “nothing is worth losing you,” but my stubborn side doesn’t let me. I turn to look out […]

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My Perception of Beauty

I remember vividly my first real bolt of inspiration. I’m six years old and convinced that ballet is too technical. I prefer chocolate. Suddenly, the golden afternoon light fills the mirror just so, and for one moment, I see a ballerina. Awe rushes through me, and a ballerina becomes the most beautiful thing in the […]

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Staying Strong

“Isabelle, come party with us!” As a sixteen-year-old, peer pressure can be dangerous. But I’m thankful for what I’ve seen within my friends and family. It keeps me away from drugs. As my friends and I grew up, some achieved high grades while other achieved a different kind of high. As for me, I started […]

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A Forgotten Friend

One of the most peaceful times in a four-year-old’s life, as well as their parents, includes nap time. My parents always made sure that my sister, Kelly, and I had a sufficient amount of sleep during the day. Once we fell asleep, they became almost inaudible throughout our down time. This typically occurred anyways until […]

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Limelight

I sit in the dimmed auditorium of my high school, peering up at the students on the stage with a boulder in my stomach. Clutching the three pages of my poem in my sweaty palms, I tell myself that I can do this. I have read this poem before, probably several hundred times. I have […]

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The Melodies That Made Me

Dressed upin my Halloween costume a week, before it was even Halloween my five-year-old self ready to leave for a concert. This was my first concert. We drove downtown to the Denver Performing Arts Center; everywhere I looked I saw people in Halloween costumes flocking towards the Boettcher Concert Hall, where the Colorado Symphony was […]

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The Ballerina Bullfrog Catcher

I have had the great and unlikely honor of growing up the only girl in a family offive children. Being the only girl has many good points. Clothes,toys, games, sports equipment and anything else I could possibly want piled up inmy house Christmas after Christmas and birthday after birthday. I whined andcried until I got […]

Read more

Transitions

My dad died when I was ten. That was the first domino to fall. Then my mom took over his business and in her spare time, escaped her accumulating problems by focusing on religion. Since her attention was elsewhere, her six kids had to take care of themselves. We struggled in different ways to overcome […]

Read more

In case you never thought about it before…

Have you ever noticed how ugly the word ugly is? It is only used when describing something repulsive or undesirable. The world as a whole shys away from the word. Nobody wants to be ugly. This fact is utterly important. You see, I do not believe in ugly. Ugly, does not exist. The problem with […]

Read more

Bright Lights

The image out of the window was a familiar one; I have seen this snow covered scenery before. The ride to Minneapolis has seemingly shortened now that it is my sixth year visiting. An uncertain knot develops in my stomach because this is the weekend I’m hoping my hard work will pay off. It is […]

Read more

College Essay

“No matter how much it hurts, is it worth losing me?” The question hangs in the air as I think about the needles and IVs. I stare into her deep, slightly squinty chestnut eyes. I want to scream, “nothing is worth losing you,” but my stubborn side doesn’t let me. I turn to look out […]

Read more

My Perception of Beauty

I remember vividly my first real bolt of inspiration. I’m six years old and convinced that ballet is too technical. I prefer chocolate. Suddenly, the golden afternoon light fills the mirror just so, and for one moment, I see a ballerina. Awe rushes through me, and a ballerina becomes the most beautiful thing in the […]

Read more

Staying Strong

“Isabelle, come party with us!” As a sixteen-year-old, peer pressure can be dangerous. But I’m thankful for what I’ve seen within my friends and family. It keeps me away from drugs. As my friends and I grew up, some achieved high grades while other achieved a different kind of high. As for me, I started […]

Read more

A Forgotten Friend

One of the most peaceful times in a four-year-old’s life, as well as their parents, includes nap time. My parents always made sure that my sister, Kelly, and I had a sufficient amount of sleep during the day. Once we fell asleep, they became almost inaudible throughout our down time. This typically occurred anyways until […]

Read more

Limelight

I sit in the dimmed auditorium of my high school, peering up at the students on the stage with a boulder in my stomach. Clutching the three pages of my poem in my sweaty palms, I tell myself that I can do this. I have read this poem before, probably several hundred times. I have […]

Read more

The Melodies That Made Me

Dressed upin my Halloween costume a week, before it was even Halloween my five-year-old self ready to leave for a concert. This was my first concert. We drove downtown to the Denver Performing Arts Center; everywhere I looked I saw people in Halloween costumes flocking towards the Boettcher Concert Hall, where the Colorado Symphony was […]

Read more