Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach
Max heard the Nessun dorma ringtone and groaned. It was his brother Andy. It was an emergency. He could sense it. … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach
Max heard the Nessun dorma ringtone and groaned. It was his brother Andy. It was an emergency. He could sense it. … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach
This time of year I look forward to the song of the Meadow Lark. This bird does not simply chirp. … Continue reading Meadow Lark
I’m a little under the weather (even Vampires get under sometimes) so rather than trying to make up something … Continue reading A Drive With Marilyn
Children are sensitive souls, even when they are almost grown. When parents are sorting through their own issues, their teens … Continue reading Stop for just a moment…
I lay as still as death on the marble floor. My skin seemed to melt, not like candle wax, but … Continue reading Heat
“I’m not going to crawl under a building again. It is going to be a hundred degrees out today. That … Continue reading When in doubt wear a dress
This morning after I dropped my daughter off at school I pulled back into my driveway and noticed the neighbor’s … Continue reading Morning musings on cats, siblings, the weekend and skating.
You never know who you are going to run into. Sunday morning … Continue reading Small Ghosts – St. John the Baptist Cemetery – and my weird brother