I was hooked by the end of the third paragraph: Spring was my favorite season. Once. Delanie leaves a bridal shower for her best friend, Clara, and drives towards home dreaming of being the next bride. Nearing home, she sees … Continue reading
I looked down today as I was typing and saw my mother’s hands – wrinkled, with age spots, slightly shaky. I looked into my mirror today and saw my mother’s face – wrinkled, pale blue eyes, white hair. But she’s … Continue reading
I am writing with tears running down my face. I’ve just finished the story of a heroic soldier – a member of the National Guard who was called up to go to war in Iraq – a helicopter pilot who … Continue reading