Rebecca Sturm

My name is Rebecca and I am a freelance writer. My writing style can differ from piece to piece. I really love doing research so anything that involves that in any way is really great for me. I've traveled the country and seen a lot of different places so far 43 of 50 states and parts of Canada. My three main passions (besides writing and being a mother) are baking, art, and traveling.

14th October 2019

A Name Not My Own

I was seventeen years old propped against the stone siding of the Walgreens on Gen De Gaulle around 3:30 am, eating pudding and drinking a mocha Frappuccino when they pulled up. Something about these particular NOLA cops instantly gave me a bad feeling in my gut—I knew I was about to get in some kind of trouble.

14th October 2019

The Nun

I felt tears welling up as I hugged my pin-covered messenger bag that was decorated with patches that read: Ozzy Osbourne, I get shitfaced drunk—how do you handle stress, and friends don’t let friends vote republican. I hadn’t been ready to leave at all, not really.

14th October 2019

Two Scenes: Louisiana

Repositioning our backpacks to no longer be sitting at the foot of our seats, I took out a book and began to read. A few minutes went by before I realized he didn’t seem to be getting on the bus.

14th October 2019

Last Words from My Grandmother: Book Excerpt

Your grandmother is about to take the final shopping trip. She’s giving up the ghost, she’s about to kick the bucket—she’s giving up her fight with an exhausted meat suit and going to finally be fucking free. The ‘let’s settle here for the rest of eternity or go be reborn and do this bullshit all over again’ special for one, please. Yep. She’s about to bite it.

14th October 2019

Letting Go

I go still and allow my body to rise toward Him. I hear my voice. No longer muffled and distant, I feel my being enter my body again and I look up to see the Sun greet me, warm on my face. I am His.

14th October 2019

Springfield

She had this way about her that made everything around you melt, like it didn’t matter we’d been on the bus for days and we were both dying for a bed to sleep in. I’m not sure if it was the delirium of the long ride or the lack of decent sleep but when we hit Springfield, she asked me to stay.

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