Tressa Rose
Bio
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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The Flashlight
Growing up in the mountains with no plumbing, and just a wood burning stove to keep our home warm during winter was a difficult way to grow up. At 13, I had to climb into a 5000 gallon tank, halfway full of frozen water with an ice pick because my little sisters were too young, and my father was too large to fit. Breaking off chunks to heat on the fireplace for a warm bath water that couldn't even really be considered an actual bath. It was a bucket filled about ¾ full that we would use a plastic gas station cup with to pour over our heads to wash. Growing up in those conditions taught me to work hard though, I had an older step brother who wasn't around much. So that left the work to survive through the winter up to me and my dad. We'd wake up early in the morning to go hunting for meat. And our summer was spent chopping wood for the fireplace. We also spent many days picking the pine nuts from the ground when they started to fall from the tree’s (which I absolutely HATED... The sap was the worst to get off your clothes and your hair).
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Families
Sunset
Sitting On that blue lake with you, In that paint chipped, beat up little boat, Life was different back then, we were free. Enchanted by the slow rocking of waves, Not even the birds reached my ear. Closed eyes, somber soul, Escaping everything, but the sound of silence.
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
