PHOTO by Peter Spencer (trigger warning domestic violence) My husband was a mean man that was certain. Duke held my … Continue reading Independence Day

“I didn’t know you liked the French,” Devon said, standing against the old mahogany bar that gave a stellar backdrop … Continue reading He Drank All Of My Wine

Bobbi sat in her chair, listening to the stranger tell her about his fears and regrets as she had hundreds … Continue reading LAST CALL

“Ethan” I drove up the isolated road to the woods that surrounded the giant cellular tower just off the edge … Continue reading Tales of the Missing Travelers Part 3 “ETHAN”

Down the long narrow hall, the old closet door made of scrapped cherry wood and oak swayed gently back and … Continue reading The Skinner Man

  I used to sublet from my best friend, who was a model, so while she was away on location … Continue reading The Stare

“You’d have a better chance of seeing Jesus Christ, little brother.” Jimmy, my older brother, exclaimed, when I told him … Continue reading My Best Friend as a Child was a Mythological Creature

TALES OF THE MISSING TRAVELERS  PART  2 “Becky” The sun was shining through the evergreens like fairy dust glittering the … Continue reading Tales of the Missing Travelers Part: 2 “Becky”

  WHAT THE HELL? PART  2 That was how I began my teen years, and it only got better from … Continue reading WHAT THE HELL: PART 2

TALES OF THE MISSING TRAVELERS PART I “Sylvie” I drove home from work as the blizzard encompassed everything in its … Continue reading TALES OF THE MISSING TRAVELERS PART I: “Sylvie”