Short Story Excerpt: Elise

This is the beginning of a short story I have been working on. It has no title yet. For the sake of simplicity, I call it Elise as this is the name of the main character. I hope you enjoy this short excerpt. 🙂 It is 10:35 on a Saturday morning. The air is warm. [...]

Short Story: All That She is Not

All That She is Not On Sunday morning, Natalie drives to her father’s house wishing she drank two cups of coffee instead of one. It is fifteen years after her parents divorced and Natalie still finds it unfair that her mother is the only one who, after all of the court meetings and paperwork, lost [...]

The Sadness We Demand

Some men love me. Some love me like a daughter. Some love me because I am their daughter. Some love me when I wear denim, call me blue jean baby like I’m on a bar crawl in downtown Nashville.  Reduce me to my roots. Call me baby or kitty or pumpkin. Judge me by how [...]

Journal Entry: Ten

January 26th, 2019 I must begin with yesterday. I spent the majority of my day with Alec. We met at the Spanish Steps around one o'clock after I picked up a textbook that I needed. We just walked and talked. We went in circles. There is really nothing note-worthy about my time with him. He [...]

First Impressions: Capri, Italy

There is no word for what it feels like to wake up on an island, but there should. I rested my head on Meg's shoulder, mouth-breathing and warm. The ferry's windows mocked us with their stiffness and immobility. I just wanted a breeze. I just wanted some relief from the feverish pink that doused my [...]

Journal Entry: Nine

January 24th, 2019 It is 9 in the morning. I woke up about an hour ago. Classes are going really well so far. I have Italian at 10 and then I am taking a taxi to an interview for the internship. Meg left this morning at about 5 am for Florence. Ursella is also going [...]

Herself in Numbers

I’m learning to count behind the numbers where Quantity keeps an inventory of all the ages you’ve been.  You’ve been three, four, eighteen and twelve. Thirty four, nineteen, seven.  You’ve been behind the numbers without knowing it. Like a slow reader trying to keep up with his classmates. You are here. They are there. And [...]