Factual Short Stories

Tired eyes, wild nights, trapped in a teenage mind.

A story about three sisters, three women who have grown apart, but now making a conscious effort to come close because the forces that did it for them are no longer there.

A letter to my younger self

My best friend is struggling with herself, so I wrote this for her in a hope that it’d make her smile.

Are friends there or not.

This is a poem. It is referent to memories of the North, South, and Midwest. Saving the best for last, so to speak, the title is the final word of the poem. The lack of capitals is intentional.

A family member slides into dementia.

Adela has been looking for her grandaughter for many years now. And when she finally finds her, she has to take a step back and leave her again.

Are our historical figures heros or villains? Or maybe they are both.

If all the unfathomable chances and stars didn’t drift into a straight line, like an airplane runway for me to take off into their heart.