The holidays! I love you. I get to unearth the boxes from the garage. It’s Friday. Thanksgiving is over. I…
“We need to talk.” Two years later and the words still echo across the canyons of my soul. We…
We’ve had a great year of creativity. We pushed ourselves and wrote even more stories this year than last year.…
The sea was both silver and green and rippled in the weak sunlight. Light snow was falling and I watched…
By the first of the month, December, the month of sneezing and shopping; you had moved your cracked, stretched suitcase…
