callie tate
That's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
callie tate
That's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
That's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
That's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
I tap my foot to the beat of the song screaming into my head through my headphones, drowning out the absurdly annoying hum of the quiet dry-cleaner's machines. My hands are dry and cracking from hauling clean, warm clothing around all day. The bell rings and I start, dropping the bundle in my arms. Ugh, good thing Agnes wasn't here to see it land on the floor.
"Be right with you!" I yell from the ...
Everywhere I look I see lies or delusion,
Built on a terrible man-to-gain fusion.
Oh, the terrors I have unknowingly caused,
The lives of so many brazenly stopped or paused.
I thought within these walls I was safe,
Now they’re causing my very soul to chafe.
Everything I’ve ever known has been wrong
My only option is to trust a traitor’s song?
Looking up to where dragons and fairies fly,
We “earned...
_Hey dad, are you busy? Give me a call tomorrow!_
The text from my daughter came through as I changed from my basketball shoes to my street shoes. I picked up my phone to see I have a missed call from her, too. I click the notification to call her back, hoping she hasn’t retired her phone for the night.
“Hi dad!”
“Hey, sorry I missed your call,” I say, not thinking much of the reason for it, “I wa...
The first juicy bite of a freshly sliced nectarine always takes me back. Fall has always been my favorite time of year, beginning in my childhood. We had a nectarine tree that would always produce fruit right when leaves started to change and the air started to chill. The fruit was better than candy, and we could never get enough. Sitting at our kitchen table staring at a skeletal centerpiece as w...
When forces oppose, it’s good to be decisive. The estuary of human experience: one grew up fighting, one grew up loving. When they collide, can their stories blend? Or is it better to build a dam? A decision that requires totality, or one may end up having dammed in the other. A single touch and their fresh water becomes forever salted....
"Carolyn," he tried to swallow his fear, but his throat was so dry that her name erupted into a fit of coughs. She hadn't even heard his attempt to speak to her. When he had gathered himself again, he looked at her, standing with her back to him, and sighed. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The silky sage dress she wore fell loosely to the ground, leaving her back bare to reflect...