Last week a friend and former neighbor passed over. She lived a full, courageous, successful life. In spite of the omission of her age…
My best friend in the third grade was a popular boy named Joe. I only make note of his popularity because…
I just realized I forgot the sound of my grandpa’s voice
My journey to buying a townhome. Below are links to previous stories. Week Twenty-One of 52-Week Writing Challenge.
My journey to buying a townhome. Below are links to previous stories. Week Twenty of 52-Week Writing Challenge.
Day 7 of My Personal Challenge to Write a Poem Each Day in April in Honor of National Poetry Month
Tiny pieces of cracked glass.
Every breath threatens to shatter these buried fibers even further.
Splinters leaving slivers of loneliness lodged in my chest.
It was after lunch when we ventured outside. I sat on the swing soaking in the beauty of the day: the sounds of my…