RECORDING MOMENTS IN TIME

It was a chilly March afternoon as Mary sought permission to visit her cousins, promising Dad to return home by 6, before sunset this cloudy winter day. Parent’s separated, reminded not to visit my mother. Difficult to make friends. Over the past six years, I had moved five times, changed schools, seeking to fit in once again. Now it’s just me and my dad. Well, there was David Lewis, a relative by blood, sort of, and his female companion sharing this small apartment. Bundled

At every school, you will find staff that will always arrive early and stay late. It’s their nature. Likewise, you will also find staff...

short Short story Competition 2023 Brett began, “Where did you two meet?” Taking a beat, I pause, allowing my mind to wander. They warned...

Prologue: This writing is one of five produced while participating in an OLLI – Tucson class, Writing for Self-Discover, Spring 2023....

Prologue: This writing is one of five produced while participating in an OLLI – Tucson class, Writing for Self-Discover, Spring 2023....

Prologue: This writing is one of five produced while participating in an OLLI – Tucson class, Writing for Self-Discover, Spring 2023....

Prologue: This writing is one of five produced while participating in an OLLI – Tucson class, Writing for Self-Discover, Spring 2023....

Prologue: This writing is one of five produced while participating in an OLLI – Tucson class, Writing for Self-Discover, Spring 2023....

Never been much of a traveler. In my youth, my parents would take us to “kid friendly” theme parks, later camping trips, then historical...

We lived in a small, historically insignificant town snuggled up next to Elmira, New York. We lived in the Town of Southport, New York....

Preface I have long considered publishing this story. Should I? If I do, feel I need to open with a warning. Why? This is not a feel-good...

Once again, the Voices in My Head have engaged; robbing me of required sleep. They refused to release me, so there I was on the couch...

Today, parking spaces painted across the pavement where once my life existed and memories formed, most forgotten, some pleasurable, while...

Day One “Leave him alone,” he softly asserted with a calm, confident directive, and disarming frown. He pulled the tennis shoe from the...

Research by definition presumes the possibility of finding the unexpected, a twist that always existed waiting to be exposed. Sitting on...

When I find myself at peace having revised and edited; hopefully, for the last time, a story I can now tag with “The End”