Autumn Library
“The dreamers are not the ones who sleep.” Fall is coming. It was in the breeze this morning. There is something about this coming season that begs me to be quiet, begs me to listen. The dreamer inside...
View ArticleSorry, Boys
I am sitting in this parking lot again several years later for very different reasons. The Borders is closed. The Starbucks, where I had my first date has changed its interior at least three times. I’m...
View ArticleLast Nights on Earth
I want to go someplace with a porch. The lights are on in the house. The sky is a plume of deep navy with grains of sea salt. We sit on the porch laughing, and discussing the situations that hang in...
View ArticleSwimming Pools and Old Friends
He has eyes the color of swimming pools. I met up with him and a couple of our friends from high school in the middle of the day. We went to a family-owned coffee shop downtown that was completely...
View ArticleHome: A Love Letter
I am not from Michigan originally, but it’s where I landed. I was born in the shadows of the Blue Ridge mountains in Virginia, where I don’t remember much other than turning the driveway into one giant...
View ArticleThe Stories We Have Buried
The best part about having great writing friends, professors and classes is that they give me the courage and tools to write stories that I haven’t been able to write before. We all bury stories for...
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