I saw footage of a girl sitting atop a cliff overlooking the ocean, knees hugged to her, her hair and the seagrass blowing inland together. The sea was being the sea, slamming itself against the rocks below her, its sprays like hands with misted fingertips….
I knew those boys were up to no good thing when they put a great steel gate up across the old logging road. But I didn’t know what surprise their […]
Green Note: I heard Sunday Scribblings died like so many other things did this day. Since SS was instrumental in my foray into fiction, I’ve come to pay my respects […]
Shirley walked the two blocks to the beach and down the ramp to the sand. She walked toward her favorite bench slowly, stiff-legged, in hopes of getting as […]
New England is storybook status this winter. And running is a dream on this snow-packed back road that weaves itself through the woods and around a water garden-sounding brook. Only […]