Too Early Spring

I’m writing this down because I don’t ever want to forget the way it was. It doesn’t seem as if I could, now, but they all tell you things change. And I guess they’re right. Older people must have forgotten or they couldn’t be the way they are. And that goes for even the best … Read more

Red

Red I didn’t expect red today. Most days it felt blue, green, gray, or some combination of the three. There was the wind pressing itself flush against my cheek, and it felt most certainly red. I stood there, taking a deep breath, trying to make sense of it. I had felt oranges and yellows on … Read more

THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY LIVES

I was in the middle of working on the final chapters of my book when my daughter’s laughter made me look through the window. The study, or „Mom’s writing room“, was on the ground floor and the French doors opening to the patio allowed a gorgeous view of the lush backyard and my kids playing … Read more

Stamps of Mulberry

This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. In a place where the moon never falls and the sun never rises, you’d expect endless darkness—but perhaps when darkness is all you’ve ever known, a new kind of light emerges. I should have known I’d been on the road too long. When … Read more