Perfectly Angry

She could hear the rhythmic clacking of Robert’s clock as she stomped up the stairs. The second stair from the top creaked as 15-year-old Dusty stepped lightly on it. She liked the sound it made. Robert, her math and engineering genius brother, always skipped...

Everything to Lose; Truth to Gain

To be rid of self-censorship and soul-betrayal (which really means deceiving and leading myself astray) means the truth has to matter to me. I have to believe truth is the only thing that is worth writing or taking action on. I have to believe that the truth will set...

Fiction: A Time To Dance

Momma was happy today.  No there had to be a better word for it, Momma was jubilant, ecsactic really.  She hummed a tune as she danced around the kitchen.  She was making the family oatmeal cookie recipe.  Sarah always helped make the cookies. Sarah knew the recipe by...

Fiction: Walk on the water?

She was struggling to stay afloat in an angry deluge swollen, waters from Drover’s Creek.  Frantically she looked around for a tree limb to grab on to, but the current was swift and the banks were quickly disappearing. She had no idea where she was. Swept away by...