Lorde Jacobson
Bio
Consumer of stories, either on the pages or on the screen. Passionate about equality and romance. Poetry, fiction, blog; I write whatever and whenever I can.
Stories (4/0)
Growing Up Outside
I didn't have what you might call a "normal childhood," complete with cops with AK-47s, testy border crossings, and rivers filled with snakes and piranhas. And I don't say snakes lightly. Picture a 9f t long anaconda. Or feisty black mambas. Or cobras climbing up your screen door. #JustGirlyThings
By Lorde Jacobson6 years ago in Wander
Home
What is home? Is it the house you were born in? There are crayon marks on the walls from when you were three. You remember running down green carpeted floors, racing your brother to the bathtub. The chairs by the kitchen island would spin. You used to bang the edges on the table. There were chips in the marble. You have a permanent scar from when you hit your face on the coffee table. You used to roll down the hill outside, or climb on the playground in the backyard. You remember being afraid of the dogs, so you’d hide behind your mother. You remember letting the cats in through the window, or playing with the kittens in the barn. Life hadn’t hurt you, yet.
By Lorde Jacobson6 years ago in Humans
A Thousand Lives
I can remember sitting in my small kindergarten class and learning my letters with a boy named Noah as my desk mate. I can also remember moving to Brazil and my mother became my teacher. There were many little stories I learned to read from. One talked about figs and one was an analogy for the phrase “the grass is always greener on the other side.” My first major reading project was when a couple visited us from America. She gave me a challenge: read all the Boxcar Children books that I owned before she left. I failed miserably. Being only 8-years-old, reading wasn’t yet my strong suit. But then something amazing happened.
By Lorde Jacobson6 years ago in Geeks
