
The Wishing Tree
I know Mommy doesn’t hate me. I know it’s my fault for making her mad. Mommy is mad a lot. I had to leave until she’s not mad anymore. I…
Little Rooms. Trap Doors.
Little Rooms. Trap Doors.

I know Mommy doesn’t hate me. I know it’s my fault for making her mad. Mommy is mad a lot. I had to leave until she’s not mad anymore. I…

Another unbearable, sweltering summer day. I pour myself a soft drink and open the freezer for more ice. Empty. Great. My ice maker has stopped working. I remember reading a…

I can’t be in love. Can I? But if it’s not love, what is it? This stirring I feel inside. When he calls my name, my heart flutters. When he…

Daisy slathered the hot toast with butter, then squeezed on a gooey glob of honey from the bear-shaped bottle. “Mmmm…” she moaned, as she relished the sweet, buttery goodness. She…

My hands drip crimson as I put the knife in the sink. What a mess. I scrub hard with soap and water, but to my dismay, my hands are stained.…

Write what you know, they say. Write every day, they say. I think about “what I know” and today it doesn’t seem like much. I’ve lived a rather ordinary life,…

Bobby graduated from high school in 1969, the very famous year that many called “The Year of Love.” He married his childhood sweetheart Claire one month later, and within a…

Morning latte in hand, Amy sits in her wicker patio chair and admires her backyard flower garden. In weeks to come, she will recall this moment fondly as she unpacks…

“Mommy, why are they sending us away?” I squeeze Zirka’s hand and fake a smile the best I can. “Because they say we have to leave, honey.” “But why, Mommy?…

I’m startled awake as I hear a noise in my dark bedroom, dimly lit only by a nightlight in the far corner. The digital clock on my nightstand reads 3:43…

I wake up this morning and check my phone on the nightstand. It’s 10:34 a.m. Man, I really slept late today. I get out of bed and stumble to the…

I sit at my cluttered desk, surrounded by pencils, empty soda cans, and half-eaten bags of chips. I open my phone’s email app and read the message from my online…