“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.” – Fredrick Backman, Anxious People - First things first, Fredrick Backman’s Anxious People reminded me that we’re all a bunch of idiots. I’m not joking! Backman’s voice may take getting used to for some. It wasn’t what I’d expected—it’s a… Continue reading Book Review: Anxious People
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At the Arts Fest (continued)
Her stand was right beside the chocolates, and everybody seemed to be in a state of hypnosis from the scent of the delicious cocoa and caramel and truffle. While the line for Lake Champlain Chocolates looked to be a mile long in the exaggerative eyes of a kid, I didn’t see anybody walking away holding… Continue reading At the Arts Fest (continued)
At the Arts Fest (continued)
The first time I went to an arts festival was with my mother. She’d had a busy week at the hospital. She was one of the women who wore pink scrubs and sat behind the front desk, and she longed for some fresh air. She may not have been the one wielding the scalpel, but… Continue reading At the Arts Fest (continued)
At the Arts Fest
I immediately regretted my shoe choice as I stepped out of my snow-colored Nissan. The sky was smooth, without a single cloud to roughen the clear expanse. But yesterday’s rain had left mud in the grass, and I was wearing high heels. As I walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk,… Continue reading At the Arts Fest
An Unexpected Message…
The strangest part about the note was that Marcus did not remember ever buying the fedora he had found it in. He had just come back from picking up breakfast for himself and a few of the other young men at the orphanage, and had gone to put some change in a small jar on… Continue reading An Unexpected Message…
Declan – Present
Delia was one of those untouchable girls. She wasn’t cold, and she wasn’t arrogant either. I thought, rather, it had something to do with the red lipstick. She didn’t always wear bangs but for as long as I could remember she wore that red lipstick. The bangs seemed to be more like bookends, there in… Continue reading Declan – Present
An Apology of Skittles…
I’m standing outside of Mareina’s door in my suit because I didn’t allow myself time to change. It’s pouring, and the expensive brown loafers I bought to play dress-up in the place of work shoes are soaked thin. My suit sleeves hang like a poncho. Why isn’t she answering? My nerves begin to swell, but… Continue reading An Apology of Skittles…
The Boy and the Cat
I had usually been posting the first Wednesday of every month, but it's been too long to wait until the day arrives! This piece began as an attempt at flash fiction (typically standalone, a page or less) for my advanced fiction writing workshop this spring. Having received feedback that it seemed more like a novel… Continue reading The Boy and the Cat
Brooks’ Banana Fritters
“Sophia,” I wake to the whisper of my mom above me. “Honey, it’s time to wake up.” She pats my hip, but I still don’t budge. “You have church in half an hour and we were late last week.” I groan a little, but the small sign of life is enough to get my mom… Continue reading Brooks’ Banana Fritters
Circus Part 2
Amelia’s raincoat was actually pertinent during one of the visits. Large drops of rain bounced off the cobblestone paths and soaked into the trees' thirsty bark. Wes and Amelia, and both of their families, decided to check out the Millennium tent. Amelia and her parents were more interested in the time periods the circus tried… Continue reading Circus Part 2
Sincerely, a bookworm. 