Trust Me (Part II) (read Part I HERE) …Somehow, I landed in some deserted, hilly no-man’s land. It was not familiar at all, and I was doubly confused as I…
She heard once that wishing upon the fluff of a dandelion can make a dream come true. So when she saw that lone perfect cottony sphere of fluff rising up…
He always came to her in her dreams. She could never see his face, but in the strength of his arms, her fears evaporated into the night air. Each time…
There’s a place I go in my mind when I’ve had enough of the rush and race and of the push and pull of life. It’s a wide open space,…
Every day. Even on Sundays. I paddle out to the sailboats parked just off shore. I take them to and from so they can shop and eat and gaze at…
A long time ago, this girl had dreams. She had chocolate-covered, confetti sparkling dreams. The world was wide open, wide like the grins she wore between two long, brown pigtails.…
A Winter Dream Sam sat quietly in the back as the subway car traveled over rickety rails, gasping for breath in the chilly February air. Little by little, the subway…
When she looks at the buildings that stretch into the sky, she wonders. She wonders if her life would be better if she worked in one of those tiny windows.…
She dreamed of one day returning to Capri. She wanted to be in a boat all day and swim in the clear blue water. And so she did. However, it…
I knew they’d be bright. But surrounded by all the black and white, they are Vegas bright. Blinding almost. But they’d always been my dream. Sure when I was…
Every morning she has the same thought: It would be so nice to be able to enjoy the morning. A leisurely stroll with her dog, not rushing him through his…
She wanted to go up in the Ferris wheel. She longed for the colorful gumdrop boxes to spin her heart into a dream. A first kiss at the top. A…
This little girl had dreams. Necklaces, bracelets, and fancy sunglasses made her feel special and grown-up. She fantasized about the glamour of being an adult and of dressing up for…
His tiny hands clung to the white iron gate. His eyes followed the bright red ball as it bounced from foot to foot, laughter echoing in the crisp spring air.…
It’s more of a clang than a swish, but every shot takes me one step closer. Most days I’m Michael Jordan…old school. Other days I’m Kobe or LeBron. But always…
She watched from above and imagined lazily lounging on the deck of a boat. When the hot sun warmed her skin to perfection, she’d jump into the liquid sea glass…