It’s been a long year and a half since the pandemic hit our shores. There has been a lot of hand sanitizer under the bridge, making the time seem both elongated and truncated. Working from home turned into the new norm. Except, of course, for our front-line workers. Slowly, the rest of the workforce has ...

Fall is the season for change. Everyone knows that, and the metaphor is a tad overused. However, the leaves change, and the earth gets prepared to be covered in snow. School starts in late summer, early fall. You get the opportunity to start fresh and learn new things.  Fall for me since I graduated college ...

Standing still,world rushes by.Unable to move,holding back tears. Searching endlessly,for answers within.Head spinning,unanswered questions fill my mind. Reality in my mind,sees truth.Yet my heart unsure,yearning for it. Battle within,between body and soul.Building strength,weakness preys upon it. Internal light dims,by shadows of the past.Lack within,In a cocoon of self-doubt. Wings ready to fly,and begin anew.Soaring into ...

I know you are scared, so am I, I don’t want to catch the virus lose anyone I love or my means of survival,   We need to turn to God, our family and friends, we need to be there for one another.   Please stay safe, wear the face masks, stay six-feet apart, no ...

My heart ached as I looked out the car’s window- on the left I saw angry people holding up signs demanding to be heard   On the right I saw people content adjusting to the new way of living face masks, gloves, social distancing   I understand people are upset but we can’t fight violence ...

Fingertips of day are losing their grip. Pink horizons darken the sound of a saxophone fades. Stars poke through the black curtain like pinholes in the fabric of time, the moon hovers benign and besmirched its surface pocked and shaded.   Silence is golden.   But there will be no riches tonight screeching interrupts my ...

Part Three Stuart knew his grandmother was calling out to him immediately. She is the only person who calls him Stuey. He keeps his eyes on the gentleman wearing the sharp pinstriped gray suit. The gentleman pushes his way through the crowd with one hand remaining inside his pocket, holding onto grandma’s key. Stuart turns ...

Part Two Stuart sits at the kitchen table with a dumbfounded look on his face trying to figure out what the key could open. Does it go to a bank deposit box? Or a safe? Does Grandma have a secret? He places the key back into the jewelry box and locks it. Stuart finishes his ...

I’m dedicating this week’s story to my father, John Constantin. My dad has been very supportive and motivated me to become a writer, and he is the first person I turn to for bouncing story ideas around. Dad has helped me create the main protagonist, Detective Stuart Linux, in my new murder mystery series “The ...