I always start from the back of the store, then slowly make my way forward, because that’s the easiest path— direct, predictable, easy to know what’s in front of you. But lately i’ve found myself, rather than starting in the back for convince, gunning straight for the cinnamon rolls. These cinnamon rolls, just pillsbury dough, used to be maybe a bi-weekly, bi-monthly, even bi-annual purchase. A tr...
My brother never hung out with the right crowd. high school it was the parties every week, the people nobody liked but everyone knew. College he joined a frat, nobody was surprised. He often disappeared for days, weeks at a time. but he always came back. I didn’t trust the man he called his best friend. Chad. i knew something wasn’t right, and i trusted Justin when he said someone might be followi...
The water is still, not a reflection disturbed by a ripple of movement. the oasis of the pond, the serenity of the trees surrounding me, rocks upon which i sit on: cool, calm, still. i want to look everywhere else, but keep getting drawn back to the face reflected immediately below me. i know it to be mine— i recognize the coppery hair, the pale face with flushed round cheeks, the spray of freckle...
