In my defense, Mom shouldn’t have kept the Communion elements in the rumpus room. In her defense, the room wasn’t used much. As an only child, it’s hard to make a rumpus, especially when being the minister’s daughter renders you… Continue Reading
The thing you need to understand is none of us liked him from the start. That’s why we weren’t too choked when we first heard about the breakup. It’s not that we didn’t care about my sister. Really, we were… Continue Reading
Trust me, I was skeptical. The deluge of late night appearances and puff pieces about the latest genius fell deaf on my old ears. But when the advert appeared at the end of Big Game LXVI, I searched for my… Continue Reading
He saw her reflection in the chipped mirror on the wall. She was standing, gazing out the window, her back stiff with anger. They had driven for an hour, through deeper and deeper stone-cold silence and unforgiving mutual accusations, the… Continue Reading
Later that evening, they sat alone in their apartment, wondering if they had made the rightdecision. Barb and Gary sat across from each other at their tiny kitchen table. The Scrabble™board placed in front of them. Gary handed the cloth… Continue Reading
Midway through a fascinating article about converting goose poop into biofuel, Michael smelled smoke coming from the kitchen. The cookies! He’d totally forgotten about the special “I’m sorry for calling you a fascist” treat he was baking for Liam. With… Continue Reading
Foamy beer sloshed from a dozen tiny plastic cups onto Alanna’s lap. “Shhhit!” She leapt off the barstool, glaring at the redhead who had spilled the tray of drinks. The cold liquid now resembled a kindergarten accident on her jeans.… Continue Reading
She walks quickly down the aisle of the train, looking for an open compartment. Her heavy fur coat marks her as out of place in the second-class wagon. Once, she would have travelled in the first class section with the… Continue Reading
“Another one!” Jase held a shiny blue rock in hand. “The seventh one in as many days. I have no idea what’s happening.” “That’s a lot of stones,” Margo stated. “You think? I tried to call the local wizard, but… Continue Reading
I know how this will end. Even before Michael asks his question, as he toys with his hay-colored hair — “Cassandra, hey, I was wondering, um, if you’d ever like to, you know, go out?” — I know I’ll say… Continue Reading