When I started writing this blog I was dealing with Middle School and summer camp. Now I’m helping my kids navigate lease agreements and finding
Month: May 2019
The Eagle Cried
I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid smell of cordite Still
Short Story Sunday: Shelter
Constantine never cared what anyone thought, until now. Now he wanted everyone to think good things. That was odd considering he was a Vampire. Life
Stories We Shall Never Tell
In the dark We ran through the streets Slick with rain Back alleys Darkened windows Broken glass Rats The smell of decay And death. Then
History
“I was tired of Rome. When the first opportunity came up to go to Britain I took it. It was sometime around 78 or 79
Short Story Sunday: Circles
Circles “The damn circles are back. My crops are gonna be ruined by it all. We’re already having a cold planting season, and now this,
Vampire Maman 