I am your ear. I seem to be gathering cobwebs on the various parts you don't even know. The tubercle, the anti-tubercle,

The art of losing isn't hard to master It was July 14, 1933. Mutti, Herr Finkham, Agatha, Andres and John had taken the train from Bremerhaven to Berlin. The night before was John’s fifth birthday. The night before that was…

Hi Kathy, I wrote this piece today. The inspiration was the sunrise, and it went many places. The original is 1,700 words. This is an excerpt. The sun is not red, but the sky is visible as red, a sailor…

(Here is another bit of Annie's relationship to her mom. In this scene, she is talking to her Aunt Bobbie, who is her mom's sister.) “You know it was your mom who got me into rehab?” “You’ve told me this…

Sometimes these Creative Caffeine Daily prompts make me laugh out loud .

Distances are impossible when conceived to be too great, that is to say, when they are imagined rather than measured.

in this waking world, of bodies, and miles now; kilometers, he corrected me. He, now in a country so far away that We each measure the distance differently. He was on his way, even then, even as our bodies pushed…

Three thousand miles is not an impossible distance. What kept my family and me so far apart was the difference in our natures. You could say that the distance between my father’s nature and mine was the smallest, but the…

Mutti, Sarah and Herr Finkham accompanied Agatha, Andres and John to their ship. They were sailing on the Europa to New York. She was a beautiful ship. “The Europa and the SS Bremen are the two most advanced, high-speed steam…

THERE IS actually no such thing as distance because everything we experience is happening right now...then right now...and then right now....BUT .........we make up the story of distance to protect ourselves from feeling anything unpleasant..I think it’s referred to as…

(I've been using this writing to go deeper into some of my character's back stories.) It was my Aunt Bobbie who told me my mother had run off with the newscaster. Which wasn’t how she put it. She’d said something…

“Are they still talking,” asked Agatha. “Shush,” said Bella and Sarah at the same time. Both had their ears to the crack under the door. They could barely hear the heated discussion downstairs. As head of Bremerhaven’s auction house, Herr…