The Blue Moonberry Wolf and the Wicked Child

This is a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood I wrote for my public relations class from the wolf's perspective. Enjoy! -Allyson (the wicked child) Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful wolf named Wolfgang. He lived deep in the far-away forest where the foothills shimmered with emerald blades of grass while babbling brooks …

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Journalism, A Worthless Degree?

Your father says a degree in journalism promises a less secure future than degrees in STEM. Your mother thinks an art degree will keep you safe from the dangerous assignments journalists undertake. This 2012 article by Forbes comments on a report by Career Cast that lists journalism as the fifth worst job, above oil riggers …

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“Why did you ever think dead girls could fly?” | Fragments of Unsent Letters

A word, a line, a few sentences, a thought that gave me pause... here are pieces of letters I wrote (and other bits and bobs scribbled on loose leaf paper, mostly at 3 a.m) that for one reason or another fell on the cutting room floor. Well, mostly because a lot of it is depressing …

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Want to be a part of my Strength in Numbers series?

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Hey, friends! Want to be a part of my Strength in Numbers series? In this series, Strength in Numbers I interview humans at different ages and stages of life. I ask participants the same list of questions to generate thought-provoking responses that give insight to different perspectives in our human experience. …

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I dug up my old writing and published it because I was afraid to.

This is a gem from the early days of Stories for Strangers. I wrote this at 18-years-old during my first few months of college and published it May 5, 2015. I removed the post when my blog began to receive traffic. I felt embarrassed--partly because the prose was so bad but also because the thought …

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