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May 28, 2021

Part One I wait in the kennel entryway, relieved that my work trip is over and excited that I finally get to see…

April 25, 2021

I step down onto the airport escalator. My eyes feel heavy. The strap of my carry-on bag carves a groove into my shoulder.…

March 19, 2021

She wasn’t supposed to be mine. Add it to the long list of manipulations I had tolerated in the relationship. I don’t remember…

February 27, 2021

Mitzi was loyal to her nose first. Everything else came after. This frequently got her into trouble. She was not the dog my…

January 11, 2021

It was a day of bluebird skies, a rarity in central New York, which is typically enveloped in some type of weather-pending cloud…

December 9, 2020

To the man I enraged today, I’m sorry. You see, the school nurse had called. My son is struggling with a difficult situation. He…

November 10, 2020

Author’s note: I wrote this piece for a flash crime fiction contest. The first sentence was provided as the prompt. It had to be…

September 19, 2020

It’s hard to write when your mind is busy. Writing is a disciplined art form, and while I find myself constantly thinking about what…

August 2, 2020

The pine needles attach themselves to the soles of my feet, the pitch a gluey conduit, assuring their permanence on my appendage. Even after…

July 1, 2020

First, I rinse the bugs out. There is always at least one, a small, black blob in the basin, unsuccessful in its attempts to…

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