I Made Muffins (a short story)
What would you say if you were standing at the front door of a nice guy you just met, and it was 6 a.m. and…
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What would you say if you were standing at the front door of a nice guy you just met, and it was 6 a.m. and…
A poem about the loss of a father, capturing the depth of emotion, memory, and the journey through grief You left so quietly one day,…
We crossed bridges, shared dumplings, talked late in your Brooklyn kitchen, where the skyline glittered like dreams. New York, a city of exclamations, pulling me…
Image created using Bing Image Create, DALL·E 2 , and Photopea. “Maya… I’m tired!” I heard my little sister, Katie, whine as she trudged behind…
Heikki sat at the end of the Christmas dinner table, the place Hilda called “the seat of honour”: a ridiculous idea of what it meant…
There wasn’t a word for how she felt about her mother. All the words she knew were either positive, negative, or neutral. Her mother wasn’t…
It’s finally here. The day we’ve all been dreading. This is when the clock really starts. Halloween was just the lead-up to this nightmare. Now…
On the coldest night of the year, a father sits at a dining room table with his chin down and his hands interlocked on the…
Petie, the Cat Miss woke to a horrendous sound on her first morning on the Big Island. Her friend had some weird coughing through the…
It’s my teenage daughter’s world, I just live in it I know you hate it. I see the eye rolls. The storming off into your…
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