JAMES Ecclesiastes 1:8 No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content. I sat at the library table, waiting for Althaea to choose her latest books to check out, and wondered what it was about this girl that intrigued me. She was different, that…
ALTHAEA – September, 1966 I could feel his eyes on me. I pretended I was reading, but every few minutes I would casually glance up to see him watching me from across the room. When he stood, I bolted. James Porter. I had heard there was a new kid in school. I didn’t usually bother…
The void is expanding. Since quarantining and social distancing became the buzz words of 2020, responsible folks all across the globe have found a new normal. The void is expanding. Instead of beginning the day with a trip to the gym, treadmills across the world are being dusted off and showered with infinite attention by…
My hands trembled. The journal slipped to the ground. The way Mrs. Carmichael described my grandmother, always writing, mad me believe this journal was hers. I let the reality register for a moment. This was my mother’s journal. My parents first met when they were just a couple of years older than me. They lived…
Althaea- September, 1966 I saw him exiting the park on his bicycle. He was surrounded by a light that drew my eyes from the sidewalk cracks I was studying as I made my way to the grocery store. I watched him from afar feeling an unfamiliar quiver in my stomach. I’m not one to get…
I was traveling down the long dirt road behind my grandmother’s house when I saw it. It stood alone. It was the prettiest tree I had ever seen, the sunlight hit its branches as though each was lightly wrapped in twinkling white lights. And, nestled in the middle, was a tree house. I wondered if…
Shortly after I heard the screen door slam and my mother crank up the station wagon, I went back to exploring the house. I walked the halls, my mind in tune with each creaky step of the wooden floorboards. Running my hands gently over the walls, the banister, I let my thoughts wander to…
I landed with a thud. Sliding down the old wooden banister to the first floor was exhilarating. Having only seen that in movies, I was impressed I was able to pull it off. “Eden, I need to make a run into town and meet with the funeral director. I’ll be back in about an hour.…
I’m the reason GPS was invented. I’m also the reason disclaimers are written, but that’s for another day. As a young driver, I found myself lost more times than I care to admit. Back then, GPS did not exist so my options were to unfold a paper map knowing I would never get that sucker…
LITTLE MISS WORDY 