Why Indecisive People Never Make It to the Top
(Today’s blog post includes a short story with a twist and some insight on why I never made it to the top.) I let someone else decide my course. I knew it was happening as it played out, but I
The Art of Asking for Help in a World of the Strong
It’s hard to accept help when you’re too competitive, proud, concerned, or insecure to take it. My husband and I have this little arrangement. He does the dishes on Monday and Tuesday nights, and I do them on Wednesday and
Deep Water – A Short Story about Loving Yourself
Tears splashed onto the fingerprints covering Jolie’s iphone. “What have I done?” The phone shook in her trembling hand as reality washed across her. “What was I thinking?” Bing. A Trevor text. “What in the world are you thinking? Delete
So Blessed – A Short Story about True Riches
(Note from the author: I wrote this short story a few years ago and ran across it a few days ago. It struck a note in my heart as I’ve been struggling with the ambiguity found in the church. Blessed
June – Story of the Month – Signs
This month’s story of the month illustrates how some fall away from their beliefs and stay away because of their own stubbornness to see the truth. The setting is a military base, but the war is not with flesh blood.
The Magic of Primrose Hill
Note from the author: This story was originally written for a travel magazine as a short story. However, I think they saw right through me and knew it was autobiographical. Not all of it is exact to the way things
8 1/2 Hours – Trapped in an Elevator
Sometimes there are just so many directions a story can go, it’s hard to know how it should end. I’m still not sure I nailed this one. That’s why there are two endings. I’d love to hear your opinion. Which
March Short Story – A Spark of Hope
(Sometimes a person just needs for someone else to hope in them and believe they can change. That’s what March’s story is about. I hope you enjoy it.) A Spark of Hope Henry unclenched his fists and took a deep
February – Story of the Month – The Answer
A short note to you: I wanted to write a love story for you since it’s lovey, dovey hearts month, but I didn’t want it to be too sweet. So I settled for writing about that couple who almost doesn’t
Good Riddance
Lisle ran her hand over the cold flesh. Two nurses walked by, but they were busy chatting and only gave her a glance. The gurney was pushed against the wall toward the end of the ER hallway, out of the
Check out my short story “The Door” on page 41.
