She had been a wild and hungry girl as if she knew life would be short and the banquet bountiful. Long before FOMO was a thing she knew the fear. Violet dipped her hand into the box and woven her…

Mongoose loose; RH returns We had hired Ronnie. She bought us plastic Starbucks Venti cups for copious iced coffees. Cristin was good about that, the environment. Cristin went from telling waiters she needed to know “the meat was like, cradled…

Without a doubt, when I was younger, I had a huge appetite for new things, new places, and new people. Old and familiar made me anxious, I would call it boring, or not modern, or been there done it. Now,…

I am very anal in my lists, although not as much as my friend's ex-wife, who used to draw a little empty box before each agenda item, and then an "X" in it after the item was resolved or completed.…

She had a set of wishes. She wrote them down in her journal, each entry detailed out in her precise handwriting. When she was a little girl she wished that she would be happily married when she grew up. Not…

WE had a set of wishes..... My rhyming brain went right to the large supply of china and other dishware I am getting rid of… We had a set of wishes, And a set of dishes…. Much to write about…

Hmmm, the above topic is of interest to me! What comes first, wishes or vision? What does wish really mean? As a verb, "feel or express a strong desire or hope for something that is not easily attainable: want something…

“We had a set of wishes.” Set here, not just one. It’s “we” as well. We is society? Just a family? A couple? To wish. To want to happen. I wish I were more beautiful. That’s a funny phrase, the…

She could see the box had once been a shoe box probably a pair of Mary Janes. That was Aunt Lu's shoe of choice for as long as Violet could remember. She could see what it once was now as…

I have a set of wishes, how should I use them? I won’t wish for love, no matter how many wishes I have. I have been waiting patiently for love to come to me. I don’t wish for it, because…

The bad thought “I’ll break up with him if the show goes.” I stepped into the thought, like water on the floor, not realising it had been leaking from the kitchen countertop of my brain for a while. It’s not…

I had the pen in my hand, sitting in the one chair in an empty apartment near Fairfax with parquet wood floors, and it hovered an inch above the paper where the word “Tenant” was written. Tenant tenant. I’d be…