She was what one call a woman of a certain age in a time in history when it was not at all acceptable to be a woman of a certain age. The connotations engulfed her each and every time she looked at herself in the mirror. On a good day, she would look into the mirror and see and see […]
Everybody remembers where they were on September 11. Even to the point that 9/11 has become an infamous phrase. Now that a little time has passed, I find myself wondering what people will think of “9/11” in a thousand years. Will the term be adopted into a slang language to mean something good or something bad? Or…as with so many […]
He was a dirty little man that had lived a dirty little life. Mere seconds after meeting him, you realize that, although he was in the middle of his life, there was no hope that he could be anything else but a dirty little man. Maybe his mother didn’t love him enough. [ … ]
She made a quick check of the room one last time to make sure nothing valuable was left in temptation’s reach. She felt guilty every time she did it. She trusted the hotel and their staff, but she couldn’t get her father’s voice out of her head. “When poverty stares daily into the indulgences of wealth…well it’s no divergence from human nature to think taking one small thing amongst so much could even be noticed.” Sometimes she hated the validity of his logic. […]
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest; pounding in function, not in pain. He was alive damn it! He knew he was alive. He could feel his body screaming at the demands he was placing on it. Sweat mixed with humidity, making his clothes feel heavier than cotton should ever feel. Part of him wished he could just strip down and run free. What would these people think of that? What would she think of that? continue reading …
Before one can find the caricature, one must find the character. – J.L. Munn Patrick’s elementary school career passed as one would expect. He was adored by teachers and students alike. He performed well and was well adjusted. He had a passion for reading and greeted each day with the vigor one can expect from a person not yet encumbered […]
Li-An sat on the edge of the dock, feet dangling, toes barely touching the water. She giggled as she swung her feet back and forth making ripples on the surface. Her imagination soared. continue reading…
Patrick Johnson was a child of extraordinary capacities.
When I first met her, I thought perhaps she was just having a bad day, or that perhaps she was evoking an unfortunate moment of self loathing in me. Lord knows at some point in our lives we’ve all had both. continue reading…
Claudelle Kendrick, bless her heart, was the very living, breathing definition of what some used to call white trash; though she never once gave any indication that she might know anything of how people considered her. In fact, she completely managed to convince herself that the stares and whispers were people talking about her inevitable breakthrough to supermodel status. continue reading …
