So much to write about.

Apologies for being a silent partner this week. I've been writing each morning, but haven't had time in the day to come back and clean anything up to share. Please don't let that stop you from sharing anything you've written…

We used to have the most beautiful fairy house in the woods. It was hidden enough so that if you weren't looking for it, you might not see it. The treehouse initially looked like a birdhouse. When Megan visited me…

I never believed that my father loved me unconditionally. When he came home after serving overseas in the Air Force, I was four years old. He and my mother had never gotten to live together without a child because she…

Marla lounged on her sofa with her head hanging back with an upside down view of her kitchen and her phone on speaker. Her aunt was being treated for lung cancer, all good, great prognosis, but of course she no…

Nothing can be done once you begin to fall. You can try to catch yourself and stop the downward plunge, or if that fails you can try to brace yourself as best you can for the inevitable crash onto the…

"The patient was crossing a street when he was struck by a vehicle. He was flung about 12 feet according to paramedics. He was unresponsive at the scene and unable to give any history."

He’s been dead well over a year now, yet his nightly visits continue.

“Evie, we need to do something tonight you may not like, and I hope you’ll say it’s okay.” I thought maybe Paul wanted to try a new restaurant. Maybe go out with his theater office staff and not include me.…

Today in the woods, I saw spittlebugs on the branches of plants—small pieces of spit. Even after the gang left, I stayed in the yard that day, and it reminded me of our downstairs neighbor, Mr. Fentley. “See these? They’re…

Light was glinting off the candelabra. It’s not often you see a hundred year old candelabra in a track house. I should get up and help his mom. Debbi had been hosting us all weekend. I loved her house, the…

Outside of my dreams Hate even thinking about being outside of my dreams, much less doing it. I know that life is about failures and imperfection. But my dreams still pulse with energy. I often feel skeptical and afraid, but…