Writing

The places we live are like silent witnesses to our comings and goings. The most intimate parts of our lives occur on the patch of earth...

I am working on a story set in the fictional seaside village of Manalak. This is a short mythology of their community. - - - - - The...

Seven, eight, nine interstate overpasses sheltered the paved walking trail, which wound between graffitied columns and green-painted...

As weeks turned to months, June formed a ritual of thumbing through the pictures of her and Patrick every night before bed. Her mother’s...

Seagulls arced across the sky like tiny kites restrained on invisible strings. With haggard steps, a man with dark glasses and a...

Her brother had served two tours in Afghanistan, and her uncle was an injured Vietnam vet. Even still, Dixie wasn’t prepared for life in...