Me, I was a squirrel. I was small. But I was agile.
Foxes and Coyotes
Sport of Blood Unseen
You loved terrible movies, glittering with violence and shallow story-lines. Watching those movies on Saturdays after cleaning the house were some of the most peaceful times we spent together.
Escapes: A Literary Autobiography
When I was ten, my father began bringing me and my brother to the public library on Tuesday nights. I’d run my fingers along each of the chapter books’ rainbow spines, struggling to decide which books to bring home that week.
Billie McCorkle’s Book Lover Forever
One moment the words meant nothing then the next moment, I was able to understand them. It was like a magical portal had opened, just for me. I was reading!
Whirlwind
I started writing a few years ago. I didn’t start writing out of love for something or someone. In fact, I started writing out of anger.
L’Attesa (The Wait, A Covid-19 Story)
She’s still not picking up the phone. What could have happened? Would it even be possible to get seriously ill less than twenty-four hours after exposure? But what if she caught something earlier in the week, when we walked past that man who clearly had a bad cold? Or when she opened the door to sign the receipt for a package she got in the mail? I’m getting nervous.