THE (NON) DATE WHERE I TALK TO KIRAKids gather at the splash pad below a suspended bucket. It wobbles, teetering with water until it ...

We’re mirror images, him on one side, me on the other, tilting toward the hunk of wood that serves as our confessional.

“You’re late, and you know I don’t like that. Now, we are running behind. You will have to speed through two of your readings ...

My childhood memories end abruptly when the setting sun catches my eye. My escort and I decide to return to our hotel room and ...

Tears build and slide down my cheeks. My car; totaled, my finances; crap, my pool of people to rely on; a puddle.

Those were the days when neighbors took pride in knowing each other by first and last names Kids, pets included. O, those were the ...

“Attention passengers,” the flight steward chirps through the intercom, “We’re arriving at our destination within five minutes. Each attaché case is doing well inside ...

My body remains motionless as he leans in. This is it: The First Kiss After Divorce.

Trina attends an awkward dinner with her secret ex and his family that ends in a crisis for him and an epiphany for her.

Flutters fill my tummy, the same, uncontrollable butterflies that make an appearance every time he calls.