Winter Sunset

This is where the squirrels sit on the rails and look inside of the house at me. This is where … Continue reading Winter Sunset

Short Story Sunday: Beauty

“I only picked a rose. Just one rose, and now I must be his,” said Papa as he packed his … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Beauty

It is quiet. Only the sound of my sweeping up oak leaves off of my deck. No demonic leaf blowers. … Continue reading A Quiet Winter Day

Taking a short cut through a downtown alley wasn’t always like it was in the movies. He’d rarely witnessed crimes, or found … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Alley

Ryan: Are you comfortable there? Vera: Yes, quite. Just let me know what you need me to do. Ryan: Just … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Interview

CLEOPATRA “Come quick, come quick,” whispered the voice on my phone. “What is it? Tell me,” I said trying to … Continue reading Cleopatra

What I’m talking about with my kids today. My kids are grown. We all have pets. My children don’t have … Continue reading What we are talking about today: A Hateful Pope, Animals, Children, Love.

Liza got out of her car and rattled her keys at the flock of turkeys in her front yard. She … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Wild Turkeys