Some people collect seashells, salt shakers, souvenirs from quaint gift shops. You could even store up compliments, photographs, or I love yous that touched your soul. Those people must have grand shelves topped with beautiful things, pretty...
Thunder rumbles like a soothing snore outside my window. The clouds hang grim, and waves of soft rain come and go, sweeping across my front lawn. My legs are tucked in a pile of twisted...
She ran her gloved hands along the back of my cat’s black fur and pulled her from the carrier. Dainty paws dangled from her seven-pound body, trusting the veterinarian’s care. Trust or submission, I’m not...
A layer of rain swept in with the cold breeze, pricking our stiff fists that pulled together thin coats. Stuck somewhere between Heidelberg and Munich, we’d already missed our first route due to our lack...
She was really hoping for a total loss. That’s what my mom said after the mysterious case of the collision with the missing cookie-shopper driver. Outside her window, a small silver car fell backwards down...
Oh, how I wish I was dumb. Do you know how once you see something, you can’t unsee it? Once you feel something special…like love, you simply can’t go back to a place where it...
The sky hung in a thick, dim slab, like a ceiling over the trees that stood crooked in the wind. Not the fresh spring breeze we’re used to in Florida, but the damp, cold kind...
AI is all the rage. ChatGPT and all the other little human-wanna-be-robots are crawling the digital space, luring us in with one clever idea and Google failure at a time. And today, AI has me...
I felt the salsa drip from my chin as I leaned into my first bite of my third taco. The world around me faded. Time stood still, and I existed in a bubble, devouring the...
Her foot smacked the puddle, sending water up our shins. We giggled over the rims of our red Solo cups, the red wine staining our tongues. “He’s insane!” She yelled. “What’s he thinking?” I said...
I came across this old photo of my dad and me. I always had long, unruly hair. And I still wake up some mornings looking like that wild little girl. Well, a much older version....
I look at this tiny scar on my leg and remember that evening running through the sprinklers in the church’s front yard. I get a whiff of the soggy summer grass with every recollection of...