Between the Cotton Sheets

Her muffled, fearful yelp woke him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as his hand fell softly across the ivory of her shoulder. “Did you have a nightmare?” “Yes, it was awful. I was living in a house with snakes.” “Really? That sounds incredibly creepy.” Margo rolled over onto her right side, toward her love, the angst of a slithery dream still fresh on her face. “It was so weird, as if living with snakes was normal. They were everywhere –Read more

Three Men and a Cell Phone

At 6:30 am on Sunday morning, the alarm on my cell phone went off. I reached over to where the phone sits on a night stand, picked it up and tapped the “snooze” button. The alarm continued to ring. Then I tried to swipe it silent. Nothing. I tapped the snooze again. Same results. I swear the alarm was getting louder. Panic started to set in. My roommate sleeps one wall over and I didn’t want the alarm to wakeRead more

Getting Poked with a Sharp Stick

“The dream begins, most of the time, with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you on to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called truth.” ~Dan Rather~ It’s the end of the school year for most children and teenagers in the Northern Hemisphere, and the beginning of summer fun and dreams. I hope everyone has been poked with a stick at some point in school…by a teacher who stuck outRead more

Inside, Outside

“Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t…”  ~Neil Gaiman~ “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”  ~ Carl Jung~ “A healthy outside starts from the inside.”  ~Robert Urich~ “I’ll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there’s evidence of any thinking going on inside it.”  ~Terry Pratchett~ “Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances.”  ~Mahatma Gandhi~Read more

My Love is Not my Love

“This week, consider the unreliable narrator — a classic storytelling device — in your own work, no matter your genre.” She is there. I see her. She was in my dreams and now we stand face to face. And I think, “My love is not my love. She will serve me well.”   I win her over with a smile, with many compliments. Her co-dependency willingly accepts. And I think, “My love is not my love. She will serve my physicalRead more