What He Said

 “I am going to tell you something but if you repeat it to anyone else, I’ll deny it.”  We’d been in the same room for hours but I was looking at his face for perhaps the first time. He was younger than I might have guessed at first, deep wrinkles that might have validated the…

The Prettiest Thing

“Isn’t she the prettiest thing?” It’s not a question, at least not one directed to me. My aunt talks about me as though I am not in the room but that’s because she is not talking to me. The words, which I’ve heard her say many times before, don’t have anything to do with me being…

Not Taught In School

“When is it due?” one student asks, once she makes out that this is an assignment. I leave off from where I am and go back to the top of the board and write in even clearer handwriting that I thought I was capable of producing on a vertical writing surface. Now it reads, Writing Assignment,…

Weekly Reads Wednesday

On Wednesdays, I do a little review of what I’ve been reading and loving/hating lately: 1. Landline by Rainbow Rowell    The book review probably says more about the reader than it does about the book. What does it mean that I can’t find myself rooting for a marriage where the two people seem so…

Stargazers

The water bottle she had clipped to her belt loop had been banging against the side of her left leg for the past twenty five minutes (yes, she’d checked) but Tammy didn’t dare stop now. She scanned the road ahead with the large flashlight she held in her right hand, and kept up her almost-jogging…

One More Thing

B.J. Novak’s One More Thing is a collection of very-short stories, a few of which are connected. The stories are meant to poke fun at accepted truths and mores in the society ex. take the classic Tortoise and The Hare folktale, and imagine what happened after the race. What if there was a rematch? What if things…

Love On The Run

Here’s a story I wrote recently about running. Today, on Valentine’s Day, I want to share it with you, because today of all days, we should celebrate the people we love and the things we love. I love lots of people but I also love running. So here goes… Marge was a runner! Or at…