This piece is about women - but if you're a man - please read all the way to the bottom - I need your help. Enemy Tactics Lately I've seen one main tactic of the devil against women: ISOLATION. And I'm about to throw it down and stomp all over it. Read on. I don't… Continue reading We Just Don’t Clique
Stephanie was literally wearing her spaghetti sauce. I got looks from other patrons as spaghetti and sauce was everywhere, Stephanie was laughing like crazy about it, and Katie needed to "go", so I took their little hands and found the ladies' room.
Can't go around it, gotta go through it.
It was midnight in the sleepy trailer park where I lived 3 miles out of town. The house creaked and groaned in the night wind, but was otherwise silent. I stared at the ceiling, then at the shadows the tree branches threw in my window. They felt like hands reaching out to grab me. I… Continue reading Runaway Train
She drew in a long breath and let it out. She caught her reflection in the glass door and shifted the bakery box into her left hand, opened the door with her right, and expected the worst. Why was it that she always expected the worst? Everyone in the room cheered and drawled her name.… Continue reading Some Kind of Loveable