The Mighty Oak.
At times it seems hope is the enemy, a fertile little seed hiding out in the corner. No matter how many trees sprout from the seed in time, each one is…
At times it seems hope is the enemy, a fertile little seed hiding out in the corner. No matter how many trees sprout from the seed in time, each one is…
I catch myself drifting away while talking to my mother outside on her porch, but not before she suddenly stands up and walks inside. The awkward moments…
He woke up to sunlight and the smell of coffee, a smell he loved, wafting up the stairs. Realizing his wife was home he ran toward the stairs – he mustn’t have…
The young man studied the woman he knew would someday be his wife. They hadn’t been dating terribly long, but something had told him from the first time he saw…
Before pulling away, she sat in her car and looked across the street to the private dock. She saw him: shirt off, glistening with the sweat of loved hard work…
The morning stretched on, the coffee maker shutting off, coffee darkening… thickening. He finished his puzzle; assumed she ran to drop off dry cleaning or do…
Jumping out of bed, running down the stairs, he followed the scent emanating from the coffee maker. He loved the smell, hated the taste, but he knew it meant…