Monthly Archives: March 2018

Continuing from yesterday (Beginnings 28 March 2018) and hoping for more comments: Slowing to walk the last quarter-mile north, the ice that covered her crackled. She couldn’t see the little teardrop shaped lights, faerie lights, that hung on the bottom … Continue reading →

I’d love some feedback on this beginning. What do you like? Not like? Where do you see it going? Thoughts? The fog settled just above the road. She could see her feet, but it was like they were disembodied from … Continue reading →

When certain songs begin to play on the radio, they bring my little sister, Cathy, to me. One that hits me particularly hard is Amy Grant’s “Emmanuel,” because it speaks of how things used to be and of tales told … Continue reading →

My brain was making a kind of a whirring noise as I thought about us just driving up to someone’s house and asking them about their property. I rolled down the window, splattered with dried spots of snow melt and … Continue reading →

“It really is a Tiny Town,” I said. I stared through the spotty glass at each little house and squinted to see if there might be any tiny people. Piles of snow, dirty from the splash back, lay against the … Continue reading →

Up long before the sun getting ready for the day, she takes care of her husband’s and children’s hot breakfast and lunches for work and school. Soon the school bus’s dust trail would drift down their road, and she’d reach … Continue reading →

The moon shone on the dirt road, illuminating the larger rocks and holes normally hidden in the dark. Running with the moon when it is fairly high as it makes its journey west to set, gives me company in the … Continue reading →