“Wow, it really is you,” the little girl’s expression was almost comical, “you look just like you do in the movies!” Princess Nella chuckled. “Yes, fair maiden. It is I, the real Princess Nella, and I just adore your gown!”… Continue Reading
It always began and ended in the same way. May heralded the end of the college semester with heartfelt goodbyes, posted grades, and celebratory cocktails. June brought slumber with no alarms, lazy snacking, and beachy reading. But July tapped at… Continue Reading
DA: If I lose my wisdom, will my foolhardiness die with it? Doc: Excuse me? DA: If I lose my wisdom, will my foolhardiness die with it? You know, ying-yang, can one exist without the other? Doc: Ha-ha, I get… Continue Reading
“But Da, I don’t wanna this week.” “Ye have to. It’s Sunday.” “I don’t feel well.” “Don’t be daft. Yer goin, John Paul. Ye need to be there.’’ “It’s J… P,” I snapped back. John Paul is for the Pope… Continue Reading
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“This used to be a pirate’s cove, you know.” The water lapped against the side of the boat as the old man lifted the oars out of the water, resting his arms. The boy looked up from the golden wrapped… Continue Reading
Honey, I’m going vegan. That’s right, I’m turning over a new leaf. (Even my puns are plant-based, now.) You cringe. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Especially now?” Don’t worry, you don’t have to “go” with me. And why… Continue Reading
“You not can to eat Chicken a Sea tuna fish in a Friday,” I heard Nona say to my mother in the kitchen. Nona is the Italian word for grandmother. My Nona lived on the other side of our double… Continue Reading
How could anyone sleep through that? He sounded like an asthmatic chainsaw. The sound wasn’t the worst of it, though. It was those gaps, when the sound ceased, where she hoped that maybe, just maybe he’d stopped — snoring, breathing.… Continue Reading
“My life is a sham.” Those were the first words that Martin ever said to me. I must admit, they caught me off guard. Partly this is because Martin had lived with me for years without ever uttering a syllable.… Continue Reading