After a weekend of passing around the familial cold, pints of NyQuil, cartons of tissue, gallons of water and juice, Monday dawned bright and my cold had seeped into my chest. I woke up sounding like a barking seal. Spent most of the day emptying my tissue trash and heating water for chamomile tea. Tuesday … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Spring
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Love notes
It’s not the same when he writes me love notes, the words don’t have that southern accent I swoon over. The sound of his voice, a warm hug on a cold night, can’t be captured in the curve of his o’s or the angles of his l’s. His touch, tender as a summer breeze, caressed … Continue reading Love notes
Pet monster
“I swear to God, if that iguana gets away there will be hell to pay!” Cassidy did a little sideways dance, pushing Quinn in front of her so he was between her and the large reptile the neighborhood eccentric, Raymond Finley, was walking. The five-foot long lizard was straining against his harness, flicking his tongue … Continue reading Pet monster
100 Word Challenge: Accent
I talk to my smartphone and it talks back. The problem is that my phone, Siri, doesn’t always comprehend what I say. Recently, I learned that I can send voice-to-text messages. I’m like a kid in a candy store with this new gadgetry. (My previous phone couldn’t do this.) Sometimes though, those messages get a … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Accent
A promise written in stone
Before her family and God, she promised “to have and to hold, for better, for worse.” Then he broke her heart and her nose. She promised “for richer, for poorer,” not knowing that he would be fired again and again, gambling away what money they did have. She promised “in sickness, in health,” telling herself … Continue reading A promise written in stone
Socked away
The primly dressed young woman stood nervously on my doorstep clutching a notebook. On her crooked arm, she carried a small canvas tote decorated with a stylized graphic of a cat in military garb. Feeling under-dressed in my threadbare flannel PJ pants and throwback concert tee, I let her continue her solicitation spiel uninterrupted. “With … Continue reading Socked away





