Posted in Fiction
I remember the day Dean and I found this gem. A ninety-two-year-old farmhouse out of a fairytale novel, me round with Sarah soon to make us three. We signed, moved in, and soon enough these old
Posted in Special Cuts
Nine years ago I was trying to prepare myself and our kiddos, to get through the first Christmas without Christopher. It had only been 53 days since he passed away. How was I going to do this?
Posted in Poetry
I’ll be your California,You’ll be my CarolinaThe sun will rise and set with usThe moon will string a banded chorusof poetic writers across the globeSharing words and spreading
Posted in Creative Writing
“Do you still think of her?” Alyson’s words were soft, their tender touch relaxing to Robert. He continued to fidget, his fingers juggling the same emptiness that had filled his thoughts.
Posted in Poetry
I am not sick,But I am not wellI’m trapped in my bodyA prison that’s HellIt’s fighting against meA battle each dayIt just wants to end meBut I won’t go awayThe pain unlike