I’ve been stuck in the sticks all summer, since my parents flipped out about Trey. And yes, it has royally sucked, the only benefits of farm labor being my killer tan and these shockingly toned arms. Oh, and there’s that hot bag boy down at the little Food Lion, but that could just be the... Continue Reading →
A Book’s Tale…
There was a time when I was revered, picked up gently and often by familiar hands that turned my pages with a patient zeal for what lay ahead. My words tattooed minds. My story inspired and influenced. I was quoted and recited at dinner parties, referenced by speakers. I was cherished, but more importantly, I was relevant. I knew my... Continue Reading →
When Pigs Fly
It worked. It really worked. I squeezed my eyes hard just to be sure. Then I heard folks swarming around. “It’s a pig.” “It ain’t no pig, Willie, it’s got, wings or something…” “Well it ain’t no bird.” Shielding the relentless evening sun from my eyes, I could have told both squinting Willie and Mr.... Continue Reading →
Almost Home
I wake up in a puddle of my own drool. My butt’s in the air and my knees tucked under my chest. I blink, then gasp. I twist and turn and untangle myself with a scream. Only it’s not my scream, it’s little boy’s scream. I’m in my racecar bed, wearing my racecar pajamas. I... Continue Reading →
Kizzy and Me
The thing about passing out under your bed with a bottle of vodka, straight razor, and an over-the-counter sleeping aid, is that it will really freak your parents out. I would tell you that the razor wasn’t for me, but I’ve learned that people—more specifically my parents, rush to judgment without a second thought. So... Continue Reading →
Taco Dinner
We’d just watched the fireworks. Same as last year. Mom, Dad, Michelle and the kids. And me. I was there, rubbery and bleary after a day with the old man. It was after ten as Ally set the table. Schedules were like the wallpaper at my parents’ house. Layered and outdated. Mostly ignored. “I’m not... Continue Reading →
Lunch Break Fiction 