I was born May 7, 1957. Goodness, that means I will be sixty-one this year. OUCH! How time flies by. On my 3rd birthday, May 7, 1960, my mother decided that I didn’t need toys for my birthday. Instead, she decided what I needed for my birthday present was … a baby sister. So, Tracy ...

I love things that go bump in the night. I love horror movies and I love horror stories as well. I grew up reading Steven King and Dean Koontz. The ironic thing is that as much as I love the paranormal, I spent a good portion of my childhood hidden under the covers. I got ...

Sometimes, I pretend. I pretend to be okay. It feels like it’s easier for everyone else when I do. Grief is awkward and upsetting and ugly, so I understand why it makes people uncomfortable. I really do. So, when you ask if I’m okay, I’d rather lie because I want to spare your feelings. It’s ...

To the teacher who didn’t care, All I wanted was a chance. A chance to do what I loved. It wasn’t just a hobby to me; it’s what I loved most in the world. By not giving me a chance, you took that away from me. It’s been over 10 years since I quit my ...

I’ve been wracking my brain for a couple weeks on what to write. This is my first article on our new Coffee House Writers platform, and it will set the tone for all that is to come from me. Do I start with a fiction story? A poem? An amusing list? After participating in NaNoWriMo, ...

There are millions of me and we all want to feast at the same rotting flesh that the bacteria in the plasma has opened up for us. I’m hungry and I know I will not live for long if I can’t eat the flesh. Desperate. I try and heave myself farther as I crawl over ...

You can accomplish more than you think you can. Growing up as an anxious child and dealing with anxiety in my teen and young adult years, I never thought I would be a good leader. I was always the quiet one in the background that no one noticed, and many times, that’s how I preferred ...