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
“Hi, my name’s Rebekah Koontz, and I’m a Jokaholic.”
“I don’t know how this came about—my…habit. I just can’t help it. But I guess that’s what they all say.” I look around the room. “We all say.”
The group stares at their shoes and nods.
Continue reading ➞ I’m a Jokeaholic
“Good Grief” by
Lotty Lolly Weston, Wilson Winston. Lolly Winston.
The name sounds so simple, and I have YET to say it correctly. It’s like when you forget how to pronounce “of”. Your heart says but it’s so easy and your brain says you’re just dumb.
I was really excited to read this book because I’m a writer, and it’s intriguing to find a book written about grief to be, “Filled with laugh-out-loud humor, struggles, triumphs, and plenty of midnight trips to the fridge…”
Mostly, I read this book just to see if Ms. Winston could pull it off.
Continue reading ➞ “Good Grief” by Lolly Winston — Book Review