Jenna Gleespen
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Author, writer and content creator. Part-time poet.
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My Feathered Teachers
The smell of bacon and grits filled the three bedroom wooden house that seemed to buckle at its seams. Myself, Betsy, Jenny, Matthew, Beth, Mark and Dottie all split up between two rooms. Mama and a man who we only knew by the name of Joe and came around a few nights each week had the third bedroom, which was always, from as long fas I can remember, off limits to us kids. Smelling bacon usually meant there was a celebration of some kind. With seven of us it was hard to keep track of birthdays and such, and well, if you omitted to tell someone your big day was coming up, it likely wasn’t getting celebrated. So knowing none of my brothers or sisters had a birthday today, on March 18,1975, I struggled to wake fully, thinking surely the smell of bacon still lingered from a dream. But no, it was bacon.
By Jenna Gleespen5 years ago in Humans
Addicted to the Click
It is no secret that social media has taken hold of our every day lives. New platforms are constantly popping up and gaining traction even when we thought the marketplace was already saturated. It started over a decade ago when Facebook stepped in and started targeting loyal Myspace users, who soon joined the social network which dominates today. Ah yes, remember good old Tom, our first digital “friend.”
By Jenna Gleespen5 years ago in Humans
