When I was in my 20's I was a young mom raising a son alone. Life was hard back then. Although I worked a full-time job and often did typing projects on the side for extra money, there was never…

Nola packed her backpack with all the essentials: water, a protein bar,

I write to run away from home.....i write to make my life into something i can bear, rather than face the truth which is we all die and death is an impossible thing to actually face....and yet we must inevitably…

She thought she knew the way. She’d thought about it, planned it in her head, even, when Joe was driving them to town, noted signs that she could navigate by—the row of hedges, the yellow sign with a triangle in…

Elation leapt in Ana's heart as she crossed the threshold of the carriage and sat on the rear-facing seat, across from the stoic old merchant who had agreed, for a sum, to take her to the capitol. No one gathered…

Though it took me half a lifetime to complete, my estrangement was inevitable. It was always there: My "running away" at age three, returning to the fold after making it two houses down and knowing there was nothing out there…

The Letter A terrible thing happened to my friend Lynn yesterday. She and her longtime husband, I’ll call him Dick, were cleaning out the last batch of things to do go with them to a new home several hours drive…

So, it looks like Trump will have us do away with popular journalism , and put into the graveyard all news outlets that in any way disagree with him and his wretched ways....yet another attractive quality of his demagoguery. It…

diaries. journals. pieces for posterity. Could there be anything more dangerous to write? people assume the truth of such documents, whereas with fiction, one can always...deny. It's fake, made up. No, Uncle Tony, the asshat drunk at Thanksgiving who almost…

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As the rain falls outside and my blanket folds over me, I want to stay in this cozy nest. In a couple hours, a big day will start downtown, and it will be a scary one. No phoning it in…