My first and most abiding memory is of my maternal Grandmother scolding me for biting my nails. Slapping my wrist…
Maybeline was slow. Her Momma said it, her aunt said, the town said it. Maybeline was 28 years old and…
I was walking in the snowy woods on a cold and hard day. I was looking for a girl. It…
The Craigslist group ad seemed enticing. SHERLOCK SEEKING WATSON AND FRIENDS. I was a recent graduate from UCLA with a…
‘I have a tat,’ she whispered nervously to me. ‘You know, a tattoo. On my back.’ We had not reached…
The girl, who was twelve, was bludgeoned to death. Sheriff Zion wasn’t sure who she was because her head was…
Almost home when we ran into three inebriated people. Best guess, a couple and a male friend. The friend wandered…
When I turned 8 years old my mother told me about nets and glue. She didn’t know my future but…
They’ll come. One of these days they will come. I sit by the window and watch, waiting for the cars…
It’s true, I stand by this statement, all teenage girls really do write bad poetry. Okay, perhaps I should refine…