Friday Flash: Except

There will come a day when you need the steadfast love of one whose been your rock A shoulder to lean on A listening ear When you turn to a hand to guide you Except to find … it isn’t there And you’re alone

Thursday Thoughts:

We live in a small town. It ranks as one of the “safest” in Virginia, year after year. Despite that, the truth about humanity struck here on Tuesday. A former college student shot and killed two Bridgewater College campus officers before taking off and leading officers from Bridgewater, VSP and surrounding localities on a man…

Seasons of Grief

Grief. It is a fickle and funny “friend.” I have found in the years that follow the initial loss that it has ebbed and flowed. Sometimes an anchor, steadfast and strong, that threatens to capsize a ship in a storm. Other times it is a bright and sharp stab, a flash of lightning that sears…

In the Mom Lane: At the End of an Era

The end of an era is a phrase often used. Tonight (May 2, 2020) marks the end of an era that spanned almost 101 years. She was the embodiment and feisty and spunk, of creativity and humor, of kindness and generosity. She was opinionated, and had no reservations in sharing them. She was a story…

Friday Fictioneers: A Night Like This

    “It was a night like this when we met, remember?” Roumina used to rub my back when I started reminiscing. She would be silent then, as she is now. “A humid June night. You asked to bum a cigarette.” A pained laugh escapes my lips. “Back when we thought it was cool to…