The scent of jasmine swept in with the night breeze and teased him with memories of the woman he loved. He was much younger back then. Dillon loved to party, and he and his close friends lived in the darkness. They traveled from one social gathering to another, only to collapse in exhaustion when daylight ...

As this year’s long march to the 50K mark begins, there are many plots and cups of coffee brewing. Everyone has their own style of writing: Planner, Pantser, or a Plantser. Each person’s approach to making the 1667 word per day quota is as unique as the participating writers. This my tenth year participating in ...

Crunchy grass, withered flowers; my yard’s a desert. I smile as dark clouds hang low overhead. Birds stop singing. I smile: Rain.  

This has been a hard year.  It has been a strange year. COVID-19 has turned America upside down, held the country by the ankles, and shook out all feelings of control. The school year ended badly. Students were unceremoniously thrust into the realm of remote learning unprepared, unwanted, and unanticipated. As we look forward to ...

The yarn is tangled. Just when I think there’s progress more knots appear. The more I try, the worse it gets. I shrug and put the mess down.

I have struggled my whole life to find that one thing I’m more passionate about above all else. Growing up, I wanted to be everything from a teacher to a singer to a lawyer to an astronomer. When I was about 11, I decided I wanted to be a fashion designer, and this is the ...