A strange phenomenon has occurred during the last ten days or so and I'm not talking about COVID-19 itself. The world is beginning to shut down and this has led to a massive wave of reaching out. I have video chatted, or spoken on the phone with a friend or family member every single day … Continue reading The Corona Diaries: Connection
The other night I stayed up way past my bedtime looking for the edge piece of a puzzle. I'd decided to pull down our specially reserved brand spanking new Jan van Haasteren puzzle—the only type of puzzle Zeke will do—because desperate times call for desperate measures. We normally only puzzle in the summer on vacation … Continue reading The Corona Diaries: Puzzled
Word of the day: discombobulated. I love this word. It sounds as confusing as it is meant to sound, which sounds confusing. Even just reading the word makes my brain think, "huh?" Today I went for what seems to be my new normal afternoon walk around Vancouver. I'm working from home now, but today was … Continue reading The Corona Diaries: Discombobulated
What's better than a piping hot, decadent hot cocoa on a chilly winter's day? I'll tell you— tons of them! For a few years now, from mid-January to February 14, my husband and stepdaughters and I have made a concerted effort to hit up the Vancouver Hot Chocolate Festival for a delicious and calorie heavy … Continue reading A Delicious Tradition: Vancouver Hot Chocolate Festival 2020
Story prompt: write a scene with an airport goodbye Lily heard the sound of a jet taking off, its powerful engine rising to life and she shuddered. She felt the clammy sweat of Pete's hands on her own and her fingers slid from his and landed on her side with a thud. He looked up … Continue reading Short Story: The goodbye
Five little words. My words for this week are: position tragedy illustration cotton calendar Darlene shuddered as she awkwardly slipped the silk shirt on over her head and felt its strange smoothness slide down her torso. She felt stifled, hot and claustrophobic. This was the first time in three years that she'd be leaving her … Continue reading Short story: cotton hope
Five little words. My words for this week are: flat choice spoil week ice cream "Can ice cream spoil?" Cindy asked Maeve, her older, and therefore in her opinion, much wiser roommate. "Another break up, then?" Maeve replied with a raised eye brow. "Sigh. Yup." "Oh darling, I'm sorry." She gave Cindy a hug and … Continue reading Short Story: An ice cream kind of day
This piece is not a work of fiction. It's a true depiction of a scary experience I had when I was 18 years old and traveling around Europe with my friend, Genevieve. All these years later I was finally able to unpack it a bit and realize the impact it has had on me. It's … Continue reading Scared
I'll never forget the best bike ride of my entire life, probably because about eight hours earlier I suffered through the worst bike ride of my life. I was seventeen years old and had agreed to go on a long and intense day of hiking and biking up Mount Angeles on the Olympic Peninsula with … Continue reading Why I bike to work—or how I just really want to be a kid again
This week's short story takes a look at one scene from the point of view of three different strangers at a bus stop inspired by an actual snippet from a conversation I heard a while back, "I can't believe I never knew she was a world champion pogo sticker!" ETHEL “I can’t believe I never … Continue reading Short Story: The bus stop
