The earth’s hue has turned white. The smell of kindness fills the air. The season of presents is upon us, So let’s make memories ...

There is nothing more that can be done To stop you from using me for fun. I put my foot down. I said, “No ...

To the aspiring dreamer: writing isn’t all it appears. One sentence in, and you believe you have it figured out. The strokes you place ...

I feel her tucked away deep, buried in my silent daydreams. Another version of me awaits, restless and fragile, but ready to fill the ...

she said. if you ever write a book I’m buying it – – how to build a girl –  a recipe for disaster    ...

Holidays are hard.There’s the endless streamOf shopping, gift-wrapping,Cooking, cleaning,And hosting relativesYou barely talk toAny other time of year.The kids are cooped upAnd going crazy-Which ...

The days are endless as you prepare to house the children who never call home and host the cousin you don’t like, since she ...

Beyond December lights,remember the nights. Breathe the longer days;bathe under the moon’s bright berets. Praise the sun’s eternal gaze –life’s celestial causeway. Editor: Erynn ...

I make up stories inside my head, But I choose to sit here Instead of going off to bed. I’m tired of being relied ...

Needles are falling, the tree skirt’s plain fabric, The bulbs are all scratched up and losing their magic, Only three-fifths of the light strands ...