The Ghost of Fall
Fall is here. Not only have the leaves started to turn gold and brown, and the air cooler, but there … Continue reading The Ghost of Fall
Tag: conversations
Staying in with the Ghost
Ghosts. “You can’t get this,” he tells me. “I don’t know that,” I said. Vampires never know what might or … Continue reading Staying in with the Ghost
Fog
Today is perfect. Thick fog blankets the oaks. Small birds dance among the branches. Rain is supposed to come later … Continue reading Fog
Seeing Red
“Are you still seeing Emma?” “Mom, Emma is so weird.” “How so?” “She hates red. She won’t wear red. She … Continue reading Seeing Red
Short Story Sunday: The Morning After
“I told her I don’t eat human flesh, I only drink blood,” said James. “Then she rolled her eyes at … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Morning After
A conversations over coffee and musings about the lives of others (or don’t trade in your soul because you can’t get it back.)
A conversations over coffee and musings about the lives of others. This morning I met for coffee with my brother’s … Continue reading A conversations over coffee and musings about the lives of others (or don’t trade in your soul because you can’t get it back.)
Bottom Feeders
I was driving along on of the main streets near where I live and saw homeless woman pushing a grocery cart … Continue reading Bottom Feeders
I’m going to write to you…
“Excuse me while I kiss this guy. What is that about?” I heard Cody’s voice. I could hear my husband Teddy … Continue reading I’m going to write to you…
Vampire Maman 