This is fiction.
For My Mother
All of this before me. The shorn off mountain, devastation. A woman tossing peanuts to a ground squirrel next to the sign that prohibits feeding of wildlife. Laughter. Selfies. Children giggling, fighting. A man dropping trash. A couple groping while sitting on the stone wall. Continue reading
What makes a writer?
I am a sucker for articles and blog posts about being a writer. I’m always curious to read the advice of others, and their take on what it means to be a writer, because, if you follow me, you know I’ve got my own opinions. Continue reading
Look at me! I got my story done early today! Woohoo! 🙂
BTW, all of these stories have been fiction. While I may steal one bit from my own life, as writers tend to do, these have all been fictionalized accounts. Thank you as always for reading. If you want me to pop by and read a particular posting in your blog, please put the link in the comments and I’ll be there. Happy Thursday, y’all!
That Boy of Summer
There are rules to summers in a beach town:
Grocery shop at odd hours. Continue reading
Jackson Hole and Road Trip
An hour ago, you were hiking a trail in the Grand Tetons, clicking pictures of Lake Jenny. Back in the car for the drive to Jackson Hole, your sister-in-law begins applying nail polish. You lower the window because there’s little else to do. She’s been argumentative for days, and you’d rather not endure her bluster further. Continue reading
I think my brain wanted today to be Sunday and thus no story. Or maybe I just don’t like the letter “g?”
Dinner in Georgetown aka The Blind Date from Hell
“I just love Georgetown, Adam” Tiffany confides.
I open my mouth to comment, but she continues. Continue reading
The second I step from the Greyhound bus I taste regret. It’s coppery like blood, which is fitting since I’ve arrived in Crazy Town, where my family lives. Continue reading