Category: nonfiction

The Round Up

The Round Up had captured another loyal victim.

Birthday Wish

Is ma birfday


Letter to my 17-year-old self.

A letter of advice to my 17-year-old self.


Boo goes bye-bye.

Mother and I visit the Witch.


​Chazmen: The Oreo. 

Black, yet white on the inside.


Hello, Goodbye.

The morning sunlight crept through the window.  After another restless night, I was grateful for the dawn. Careful not to make noise, I tiptoed into the kitchen. Broken glass littered the floor. Every cabinet and drawer stood open. Broken cups and ceramic plates covered the countertops. Careful not to step on the fragments, I opened the fridge, grabbed the half-full jug of milk, and … Read More Hello, Goodbye.

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