Dear Alice.

My family and I had just moved away from Forks. Jasper had lost control on Bella’s Birthday when she suffered a paper cut. It was too close for comfort and we needed to make sure that it would never happen again.

My visions showed me how devastated Bella would be when Edward and our family left her behind but I could have never imagined or visioned that she would not recover.

Days passed by as we moved. I kept an eye on Bella…

For me, it's a memory of the past that is pleasant and spreads warmth throughout my whole body.

One such thing is the wedding band on my finger. Another is a dried flower that Esme had in her hair on our wedding day which is laminated and tucked into one of my journals. The items I find nostalgic don't always have to be anything of monetary value. As a matter of fact, most of them would be deemed worthless to any…

I may be one of the most feared guards of the Volturi, but there are always thoughts brewing in my mind.  One thought, one wish in particular has plagued me for centuries.  Nobody knows that I admired Carlisle Cullen when he was part of our coven.  Not admired like a boyfriend, but more like a father.  A father I deserved.  My biological father was not one to admire at all.  In my childhood, I might as…

Had a report filed by a citizen that some kids were messing around and spray painted graffiti on some of the rocks over by LaPush. 

I don't understand what makes people do stupid stuff. I wouldn't have ever dreamed of defacing anyone's property for fear that my father would tan my goddamn hyde if I did. Where has the respect gone with this current generation?

I took the call and John Parker and I…

I have never been one to be overly sentimental but the loss of my coven mother, Sasha, and sister, Irina, have brought a change. Since Garrett has become a part of my existence, there has been a dynamic shift. A whirlwind of emotion strikes me as I reflect on loss and gain, pondering family and its personal significance.

As I sit  in a favored clearing near our Denali residence, I recall centuries of roaming with…

Walking down the streets of Dublin looking around I can still see the bullet holes in the sides of statues and buildings.

Today is a day of remembrance.  One hundred years ago a small band (approximately 1250) of brothers and sisters decided to fight for our sovereignty.  It was taken from us by King Henry I in 1171.  From that time we have sought…