“I can’t hear you, Mama.”
Shiloh is three-years-old going on twelve. Seasonal rhinitis makes it hard for her to hear…
The dock stretches twenty feet into the ocean. I remember a time when I would stand at its end, for hours, waiting…
Every room in Ally’s home bursts at the seams. The shoes don’t match on the racks and Blu-ray discs lie scattered across the living…
Flames lick at the leaves. Burning captured in photos. The pictures flash over the stage, stretched into obscurity, but…
My dear, Trevor. My obedient, idiotic, heuristic son, Trevor. You lived my dying words for all they were worth. And what were they worth? A…
The smell of freshly brewed coffee lures me out of bed. I pour a cup, grab my wedding magazine, and walk outside to join…
The ceiling fan whirred above him, cascading a wave of hot air upon his sweat-drenched forehead.The single bed he lay on filled…
At the bird refuge the bird keeper introduces them to Octavius the owl.
Never underestimate the power of a child’s words. They may not have many to choose from, but when they find the right subject-verb…
“Is that Trent?” Allison asks, pointing at the only picture remaining on the kitchen wall.