Little White Lies

Photo by bongkarn thanyakij on Craig suppressed a gag as Martha set the plate of broccoli casserole, her “specialty,” in front of him. “I made your favorite,” she smiled. “And there’s plenty more in the kitchen.” “You shouldn’t have,” he said, subtly leaning to the side so as to avoid the hot aroma wafting… Continue reading Little White Lies

To the Woman Hiding in the Bathroom Stall

Photo by ROMAN ODINTSOV on I have been you, many times in my life When I had no one to eat lunch with at my new junior high When I wanted to prove to myself that I was a rebel and I could smoke my step-mom's stolen cigarettes in the Band Hall bathroom When… Continue reading To the Woman Hiding in the Bathroom Stall

Abandoned Spiderweb Still Catches Flies

Photo by Pixabay on I only think of you at times when I am too far away to do anything about you - The abandoned spiderweb stretched like a hammock between my ceiling and a door I never close. Sometimes on my way to the kitchen I look up and I see you've caught… Continue reading Abandoned Spiderweb Still Catches Flies

Recipe for Potentially Vegan Kolaches

Photo by Skitterphoto on Kolaches are sweet rolls filled with savory stuff AND I DON'T CARE WHAT ANY CZECH SAYS. If you fill them with sweet stuff, they're "sweet kolaches." If you fill them with sausage, they're just "kolaches." I say “potentially vegan” because what they’re filled with depends on your preferences. I AM… Continue reading Recipe for Potentially Vegan Kolaches

Things I’ve Written While Half-Asleep, Lonely, and Bored at Writing Conferences

Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on ~Breakfast tacos so good, people don't care they're being sold at a gas station ~Falling asleep again ~Wish I had coffee and a nap ~Asleep again. And again! A MILLION TIMES! ~A house covered in coke tabs. ~New Braunfels is an old German town settled on the San Marcos… Continue reading Things I’ve Written While Half-Asleep, Lonely, and Bored at Writing Conferences

Till Death do We Part

Photo by on Charles Hannigan raised his wine glass, silently toasted his wife, then slurped down all six ounces of merlot. His blond moustache was the purple of children’s toothpaste when he lowered his glass. Julia Hannigan took one look and rolled her eyes as she angled herself away from him. “Really, Charles?”… Continue reading Till Death do We Part