StoryMusings
She Needed The Happy Ending
What was that ending? She called me up, accusing, as though I'd written it myself. I don't understand it. Everyone's been talking about...
Coming Out of the Carton
I remember so clearly how it started. I was 17; it was the spring of my senior year. I was a "good girl," but I had these friends in high...
“It’s Important”
Sometime in the month of December I got an email from a colleague with the subject line: "Storytelling is Important." I knew that. I knew...
Lately
Lately, I’ve been livingLike a cancer patientWith a terminal diagnosisAs thoughEverything were onBorrowed timeEat the chocolateTake the...
Moment or Movement
“I’m going to tell Mrs. Byrd that Moose is molesting you.” The words were terrifying, accusatory, and a relief all at the same time. They...
Moment or Movement
I’m going to tell Mrs. Byrd that Moose is molesting you. The words were terrifying, accusatory, and a relief all at the same time. They...