Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Home

Home. Where I shed my coat, my day, my tears. Where we said things we wanted to take back and sat in silence when there was too much to say.   Where small feet pattered to the same six hiding places over and over again until none...

Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Morning Skies

I wore pajamas and flipflops while drinking coffee from my Snoopy cup—never did pay much attention to what I looked like. A woman, hair bottle-bronzed, sat next to me on the bus stop bench. She had a sensible look, white tennis shoes with an A-line...

Hanging laundry outside a Portugal apartment.

Down the Cobblestone Road

People often asked where I get the inspiration for my stories. For those of you who know me personally, you might know that my inspiration comes from the photographs I take. Party of my creative process is making time to explore with my camera, looking...

Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about survival, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Survive

You hear voices. Whispered, slithering words that climb over each other as they crawl across dirt and dead grass to get to you.   You can’t remember the last time you heard a human voice, but you know these aren’t human. These are the sounds of the...