Gone are the dog days. Bathing suits, shorts and sundresses give way to sweaters, jeans and boots. The world, cast for months in solid green, yields to an array of color. Red, yellow, plum and brown weave a warmth into the atmosphere, paint scenery that takes away breath, a visual…
Remember. You are the only person who can give these people life. Your mind, your memories, your thoughts and desires for them, none of it comes alive unless you make it so. The demon with the power to summon shadows, the one who, deep inside, has the capacity for love…
He greeted me with a familiar smile and a kiss on the lips in the airport lobby, reached for my bag and wheeled it out to his truck. My heart leapt at the sight of him. Butterflies scattered underneath my skin and danced in my stomach, and I thought, sitting…
Tangled limbs and rumpled sheets freeze me in place. “What-what is this?” The question breaks over the lump in my throat, weak and hoarse. Curses fly, frantic hands grasp at linens as I yank them from the bed. Two familiar, panic-stricken eyes meet mine. Guilt drives apologies, but…
Masked guests litter a dance floor as ancient steps whisk fabric across stone. Some prefer the company of gossip and libations; others hide in alcoves and rooms with locked doors. A few, myself included, come to play. Moonlight illuminates the halls, lights upon a distraction. Spiraled curls meet her bare…
When someone of importance commits an act of nefarious nature, the world of gossip erupts. The worse the act, the better the talk, and, for me? The better the pay. I fiddle with the settings on my camera. Newly manicured nails strum a nameless tune, reflect my impatience. “You sure…
I grew wings last night. Stark white and pristine, the pair sits heavy on my shoulders. Lightweight fabric wraps the curves of my body, shimmering under bright lights that frame a room void of color. Recollection of my arrival escapes my grasp. Just a dream, I tell myself. You’re…
I’ve never enjoyed silence as much as I do now, particularly now that I’m a mom. There’s a softness to it that I never realized before, a soothing touch that eases at least a little bit of my perpetual exhaustion. I’m not complaining, mind you; being…
From the meager collection in my closet, a single necktie stands out. A father’s day gift from just a few weeks ago, gaudy and loud. “#1 Dad” it exclaims, bold print glittering against a purple backdrop. Ella had been so excited to give it to me. My fingers run…
I want to be a writer because, in all seriousness, it makes me better. It grants me empathy, understanding, encourages me to seek a deeper view of the world. When I write, dimensions bloom. Life, instead of a straight black line, becomes a full spectrum of color and light. Fulfilling…