Kris forced his way down the bustling street. His large framed knocked aside pedestrians who were too slow or inattentive. With each collision his hands darted out, lifting valuables free from unsuspecting citizens. By the time he had walked a…
View writingWhen I was young, pancakes were made from a box of powder. You added water, mixed and fried the batter on a griddle. They came out as pretty uniform discs of not quite stale, toasted, plain-tasting bread. They were special…
View writingIt's a feeling I know well. It is an almost out of body experience. I look down upon myself. I am laughing, tossing my hair, my face is upturned, and I am smiling. But, all the while... on the inside...…
View writingOr just not say anything at all. That’s why most people at my job don’t know how old I am. There’s a cluster of us “OGs” around the same age–late 50s, early to mid 60s–but most of us in the…
View writingWhen I was 17 I became very good friends with a casual pal of mine from high school, Jonah.. He was a couple of years older than me and he was handsome and sexy as hell and a little short.…
View writingAs I nursed Jake, I reflected on what kind of mother I want to be. The cynic in me says it's the seratonin, but ever since I found out I was pregnant, my mind has been consumed by a warm,…
View writingHi Sam. My apologies for being such a silent partner this week. Time got away from me, and now it's Friday already. If you've got writing you'd like to share with me, I'd be very happy to look at it.
View writingIn the last week, I have dreamed twice of yearning for children. In one dream, a successful, local author I respect, who lives a quintessentially bohemian & child-free life, surprised me with her midlife pregnancy. She lay down for a…
View writingNicole was not content with bohemian San Francisco or her filmmaking partnership with Emma. She didn't know what love was, but her current boyfriend was hadn't touched her heart. She couldn’t have articulated it, but it was just below the…
View writingThis entire nation of ours is deep into a time of self-deception. To even begin to think Trump is in anyway a good man? Delusional..... To even begin to think he means our country well? Delusional.... To think Trump is…
View writingShe couldn’t see the writing on the wall. Or, if she did perceive it dimly from time to time, she dismissed it; maybe she was just imagining it. The “it,” the “writing that she didn’t see," was his growing indifference…
View writingAna's self deception time: she can suppress herself she can get the dragon by herself, her benefactor is good and cares for her: this is a heartbreaking one. she doesn't know if her parents...how to be a loving mother when…
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