The Train
The house I grew up in was right in front of the railroad tracks. The train would come chugging along,…
A Daughter’s Goodbye
I haven’t posted here in months. In fact, I haven’t posted here since last year. However, I’ve had two or…
Battle Scars, or Tales from Other Times
The roar of the shower coming from the room next to me kept me company as I chopped the vegetables….
Patchwork Quilt
What is life, if not some patchwork quilt made up of snippets of stories, put together in such a way…
When It Rains, It Pours
I’m sure you’ve all heard the age-old adage: when it rains, it pours. When one thing goes wrong, more things…
A Good Kid
I’ve been contemplating this post for a while, and I’m still unsure of the best way to go about it….
Storytelling
It’s hard to consider myself a writer. That word has so much weight to it. It has implications and expectations,…
Midnight Fog
I’ve got quite an overactive imagination. I remember, even as a young child, being afraid of scenarios that almost certainly…
Deja Vu
The first time I remember having Deja Vu was when I was riding my bike around the little trailer park…
A Second Second Chance
Hello everyone, and a very warm welcome to all the new subscribers. The response I’ve received after appearing on This…