One Thing I Learned from My Father

Per the annual holiday sales excursion, tensions were high. My mother and sister were in some clothing store negotiating a clothing budget, my brothers had occupied themselves at the nearest game store. So here we were, my father and I, searching for an island in the sea of holiday shopping bags. The pair of largeContinue reading “One Thing I Learned from My Father”

Hay in a Needlestack

Eloise creeped carefully down the hallway, her small feet filling the width of each board as she avoided the cracks. She could hear the thump, thump, thump of Lady Gladdis searching the halls. Frantically, Eloise ran into the library looking for a place to hide. In swift movement she ran and ducked behind the couch.Continue reading “Hay in a Needlestack”


This was Simon’s year. He was going to win the sandcastle competition. He’d done hours of research (dating back to the ancient days of sand painting), perfecting his style (gothic probably) and technique (drip method, perhaps?). He could hardly sleep last night out of excitement. It was the fifth annual competition and he would emergeContinue reading “Sandcastles”

Old Time Revival: Square Dancing in Fayetteville

  FAYETTEVILLE–A few years ago I met a poet, which should’ve been a sign because every good epic starts with a poet. His name is Willi Goehring. We got to talking and sharing poetry on the cool Monday night in the fall. I’d been watching him from over the top of my computer, swinging myContinue reading “Old Time Revival: Square Dancing in Fayetteville”

II. Paranoia

She’d be reading in her chair, or snuggled up in bed watching tv. There’d be a knock at the door and she’d wonder who was at this odd hour. She wouldn’t be scared that it’s an axe murderer because for some reason she just knew it wasn’t. And so she’d get up and walk toContinue reading “II. Paranoia”

How the Snow Began

Come and listen to the tale of how the snow began how the stars turned night to white and fell into your hand     From her perch on top of her hut in her little Alaskan village, Ila stared into the northern night, tracing the stars with her fingertips.  She could taste the saltyContinue reading “How the Snow Began”

Say Something

Realism is minute; it is the drama of a broken teacup, the tragedy of a walk down the block, the excitement of an afternoon call, the adventure of an invitation to dinner. -Frank Norris,  A Plea for Romantic Fiction (1901)   “Can I sit here?” she asked, blue eyes batting. He looked up, “of course.”Continue reading “Say Something”

The Tea Cup Collector, an allegory.

Every once in a while I get in a creative mood where I write children’s stories to vicariously solve or explain my recent problems. Children’s stories just make everything better. Maybe someday there will be illustrations. Enjoy! —————————————– The Tea Cup Collector, an allegory.  —————————————– Once there was a little girl named Lee. She collectedContinue reading “The Tea Cup Collector, an allegory.”

You Are What You Drink

Mumbled voices brewing conversation, filling tall ceilings with talk of plans and hearts and disappointments and she-said-that!s and the occasional eruption of laughter.  Whispers bounce off red brick walls. Coffee machines hiss as puffs of steam curl in clouds. A husky aroma fills the air. A mix of caramel syrups and Colombian blend. Mis-matched chairsContinue reading “You Are What You Drink”

Why Tigers Are Orange

Once upon a time there was a tiger named Purple. Her name was purple because back then all the tigers had a different colored coat, and they named the color of their coat, and that color was their name. This is how all the colors came to be. Anywho. Purple had a best friend namedContinue reading “Why Tigers Are Orange”