Carly Norman
Bio
Hello, all. I am a journalism student in Birmingham, Alabama. Like many writers before me, I battle life's struggles with my keyboard, using my words to navigate life, love and faith. Don't ask about the Oxford comma. It's a no from me.
Stories (3/0)
Stepping Out of Hurt (Part 2)
I walked out the front door and into a misty rain that wet the ground and steamed in pools of moisture off the hot pavement. It smelled like sadness. The morning was grave and unsettling; Dad drove us to TriStar medical in the hopes that a man with a PhD could have some answers.
By Carly Norman6 years ago in Psyche
When One Day Changes All
Gosh, do I love weddings. I'm not even a romantic either, so don't you dare try to pin me down. If anything, romance has been a huge turn off for me in the past. Roses, red wine, romantic gestures... bleh. Show me signs of honest commitment and loyalty—that's what gets me going.
By Carly Norman6 years ago in Marriage
The Shackled Monster
I remember the first time I was made aware of my own insecurities. I was 12 years old—young, quirky, frizzy-haired and eager. I was no beauty queen, but I told good stories and made people laugh. Middle school was never friendly toward me, to say the least. More than anything, I wanted to be liked. So, naturally, I tried out for the cheerleading squad. After all, those girls with their straight blonde hair and thin legs squeezed into elastic uniforms were the true stars of the show. I wanted in.
By Carly Norman6 years ago in Psyche
