Memories — a short story — I grew up in the kind of town you leave behind. The ones selling pickled eggs at the rundown, redneck-owned gas stations where the floors hadn’t been swept in a good five years and no one had inclinations toward mop usage. Places that didn’t warrant specks on a paper map…

After floundering with my usual lack of grace in December, I decided to approach the notion of the Vision Board with a shrug of my shoulders. I’d been getting questions I didn’t know how to answer, mainly around my lifestyle and mental health well-being, because they felt just too much…

Fiction — My mind rolled over the days when my sole desire was freedom. I was back in my high school hallway — a place I wished to be a ghost in then — a place I felt I was haunting now. I cringed, braced against imminent torment. …

Be heedful to whom you make your promises. — Once upon a time, there was a woman in the woods. The woman lived alone in the forest that surrounded the village, widowed mysteriously at an early age and cast out by her fellow believers. Or maybe it was that she had run away at a tender age and had…