Creating
Writer's note: This is a piece I wrote a handful of years ago and re-visited recently. Names have been changed for privacy. I know it is a cliché, but I've always had a thing for older men. Not just any older man strikes my fancy of course. He has to be rugged and charming and… Continue reading The Beast
I’m not sure how we found it or why we went there. It was tucked away deep in the woods on the last acre or so of our grandparents’ farm, where stinging nettles reached out for bare ankles and still-white blackberries grew. It was far past Brody’s grave beside the willow tree and still farther… Continue reading The Coffee Pot Tree
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