Prose & Poetry

Mother! What do you dream about when the sky goes dark?  Do you dream of larks

Seventeen years ago, I happened upon a scene in which a young woman had jumped 135

“What are you going to do with your life?” my mom asks quietly, her unsmiling stare

For hours, I sat in the back of our little AMC Concord, lost in my little

Jen had been the lead performer in a high school play the night we met, so

“What are you looking for?” the man in a stained shirt stepped from behind the counter. 

St. Matthew’s, South Carolina: summer, 1974.  I was riding in a mini-van with a group of

All[1] You[2] Need[3] to[4] Know about 13[5] Pepperidge[6] Lane Listing Imagine[7] living in this 1,913-square-foot custom-built[8]

When I looked up at the clock, my heart sank. 8:02 A.M. Late. I was always