There’s a scene in commercials or in movies or in television shows where a guy or girl is standing somewhere in the world and there’s just a blur of action…
For the longest time, the secret of Santa’s identity was a mystery. My brother thought he’d figured it out one year when we were small. After Santa visited our house,…
I closed my eyes last night, and a brightly-colored picture appeared. I sit nervously in the front seat of that red Datsun. My hand holds the door handle, then my…
My tiny shoes made clicking sounds on the black-and-white tiled floor. All around were those chairs with their cushioned seats and silver wire backs. The whole place smelled like a…
I love a first kiss. Who doesn’t, right? Here is Mallory’s first kiss, from my (sadly) unpublished manuscript Lottery Girl. We found a spot, and he pulled me close, wrapping…
Today I wish I only had sixteen years rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box. If I was only sixteen, I’d still have hope, that youthful hope…