The July sun was relentless. The air was heavy with humidity. My body was covered in sweat. I needed to be renewed, revived, replenished. I needed a Styrofoam cup of ...
Saturday had arrived, and I dropped my daughter off at my mother’s house for the day. She’s almost 7 and really enjoys hanging out with my mom. She was pumped because she ...
Hola, amigos. (That’s the only Spanish I know, but it sounds impressive, doesn’t it?) I’m thrilled to have placed in the Southern Writer’s Magazine Short Story Contest for the second ...
I’m sitting in the living room recliner with a sick two year old boy in my lap as he blows phlegmy,warm breath in my face. I can hear my husband on ...
Damn Valentine’s candy. Chocolate and sugar and caffeine flowed through my veins and wreaked havoc on my mind and my body as I tossed and turned for hours on Valentine’s night. I ...
When I was eleven, I had a whiny, southern twang that was much more annoying than the whiny, southern twang that I am blessed with today. When I was eleven, ...
Last month (and last year), I said that I was going to start blogging more often because Stephen King told me that’s what I needed to do. Sorry that I ...