Letter to Self: 19 Christmases and Counting


My Dear 10-year-old Self, It seems like just yesterday you landed at the terminal of the LAX. I bet you feel like an alien – unable to understand the language and the environment is certainly not what you’ve expected – but I tell you, you’re going to get through this. There are lots of adventures…

Short Story: Christmas Spirits Rising


Emma moaned as she rolled over and pressed herself against her husband’s chest. It’s Christmas Eve and for the first time since moving into their new apartment, she and her husband finally got to sleep in together. They are both ER surgeons and neither of them is ever home at the same time. Neither of…

Friday Fictioneers: Christmas Bedtime Story


“They call this the “Scrooge Farm”. Instead of Christmas decoration each year, around Christmas, there would be scarecrows dressed in rags and sandbags for heads popping up in random places ’round the farm. Now, no one has ever seen the owner as there’s no house on the hundred-acre property. “

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Meaning of a Charm


December 25, 2146, Seaside Village, Historic North Carolina In gray stockings and a wool dress draped around her ankles, eleven-year-old Lula opened the door and stepped out of the two-bedroom rambler she and her parents have called home all their lives. Sucking in a deep breath, Lula glanced around the white-washed, orange-roof village. It had…

Thought of the Day!


I follow this page on Facebook that presents positive thoughts and stuff. After the events this weekend, I really need something positive. Here’s a thought for this Monday: Love your life. Take picture of everything. Tell people you love them. Talk to random strangers. Do things you’re scared to do. Because so many of us…