I’ll most certainly never forget!

I went to meet with a guy face-to-face about a story I was writing for the Temple News. I hadn’t been to Temple since December and I knew it would all come back to me. The plan was for my then boyfriend to meet me there;  I’d meet the guy then the bf and I…

I miss Temple University.

Again, Again & Again. While sleeping, the memories came back. I swear, it just felt like yesterday. I was in school. I was beginning the second half of my senior year at Temple. I was happy to end the studying, paper writing, spending countless hours in my room and the reading, reading and more reading….

The memories just won’t fade!

We sat together in the Paley Library on the high chairs near the library entrance talking & sitting close. We traded stories about how we met, how much we liked each other and how our day went. But, he always had to touch me, always had to have his arm around me. I didn’t mind…

I swear, I’m trying to relax.

Lonely. With 100% certainty and honest eyes, I can say this has been the absolute worst few months of my life. Even though I graduated, just ended my internship & have went out here & there, I’m still depressed, sad, lonely. Come on. So what? So what if I have “so much” ahead of me….

Still–He just randomly enters into my brain without warning!

I sit listening to “Mary, Did You Know?” by Kenny Rogers and browse through StumbleUpon for various articles. Currently, I’m promoting my articles posted on TheCelebrity.com (feel free to take a peek.– type in Hope Kumor).  I click on “French Literature” and am brought back to Gust’s class when my ex gave his presentation. I…

The July 4th Adventure.

I wake up at the usual time– 9:30 a.m with eyes fluttering. I don’t want to get out of bed because I’m very comfortable. But, I must since I have plans with my brother, him, his girl friend and her boyfriend. We’re going to “Party on the Parkway” on Ben Franklin Parkway in Philly. The…

The Old Me: Filling in the silence

BY   Hope Kumor It’s no secret that I’m quiet, very laid back, shy, go-with-the-flow kind of gal. But, progressively, over the past few months, I’ve gotten quieter & quieter, more impatient, more laid back. If there’s nothing to say, what’s the point of talking? Do you like to small talk? In the past, when…