I don’t Black Friday shop. Being five-foot-two, I have never had the desire to be trampled into a human pancake, black heel imprints on my forehead.
I work hard to clear up the skin on my forehead. I don’t want footprints on it. Acne products are expensive, man.
However, Friday (yes, The Friday, Black Friday, the big kahoona), giddy from getting my hair done, I waltzed to my nearest Best Buy, blissfully unaware of the ugly shopper’s flurry that surrounded me.
Continue reading ➞ Cody, My Hero
I like to go on drives at night; quiet, peaceful strolls around the suburban neighborhoods.
Autumn leaves crunch under the weight of my old Sedan. I crack the window, and a crisp breeze cools my face. Pumpkin spice wafts from the kitchens of model homes, houses all painted rose and cream. This is a place where nothing bad happens, where a girl like me can live alone.
But even when the darkness falls, my hair rises with the static of a threat looming in the doorways of my home.
A presence that I know isn’t there—but then I look again.
Continue reading ➞ Read Me At Night — A Short Story
Writers are faced with many challenges. What topic? Word count? Grammatical errors? Should this go on my lifestyle blog or autobiography? What the heck am I going to write about today?
Was my last post more depressing than humorous?
But the biggest challenge of all is finding time to write, to consult the muse, and tap at that keyboard. Here are some tips of the trade.
Continue reading ➞ How To Find Time To Write