Spewing Tar
Short Story I take a deep breath and say my truth. The chest of my parents, Bernadette and Matthew raise as their eyes grow wide. This is me and they’re…
February 2021
LOVE LANGUAGE
Short Story Speak to me in my love language and nothing else. Denver woke up to the warm glow of the sun peering through silk curtains and a bouquet of…
The Roses Will Continue to Grow
This story was hard to write. I wanted to challenge myself on creating something off an image and when I saw the young woman, I instantly fell in love with…
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