From the Caregiver's HAErt — Danita LaShelle Jones

“You’re bleeding!” an exasperated character usually pants out to the main character. Then, the main character will open their jacket to reveal a dark red spot on their otherwise white clothing, gasp out a…

“It’s how much?” I asked the salesperson in disbelief. “Six hundred and seventy-three dollars,” he repeated, as if it didn’t sound ridiculous. I was baffled. During the summer before my final year of college,…

My vision board was complete! Several years ago, after purchasing an overpriced planner, I stared in triumph at the beautiful mural of New Year’s resolutions: Produce and direct two on-stage productions. Finish my screenplay.

I frantically scrolled through my phone, desperately trying to find the answers. It was official; I was cheating. But I needed to. The host of the show and one of my friends, Kirk R.

“The page you’re trying to access is no longer available.” The sentence stared at me like the ominous indictment I knew was coming because of the very last exchange, which had gained hundreds of…

As a fan of 1990s sitcoms, I could already see the disaster coming. The star of the popular show was attempting to flambé a dish after watching his butler do it. The process…

He lost the race. Sure, when he stepped in front of the cameras, the commentators announced all of his victories, how many Olympic medals he possessed, and how he’d been a favorite to win,…

It was official: I hated my job. The good news was that I knew I was going to resign from my position. The bad news was that my last day was 188 days away,…

The chatter of various dinner conversations hummed throughout my father’s house. It was Easter weekend, and our traditional dinner for family and friends who were visiting for a local university’s homecoming was in full…

“As a simple demonstration/ Of my independent station/ I will go and leave my blanket on the floor.” This is one of my favorite sets of lines sung by Linus in “My…

“Professor Jones!” my student wailed as she purposely dragged out the vowels in my last name. My level-three screenwriting class had been writing for almost an hour, and until her outburst, it had been…

By the time the 1990s rolled in, I had become obsessed with any sitcom taped in front of a live studio audience. Because all my favorite shows were spread across several networks and aired…