It’s been a while since I’ve posted another part of my story, The Rose Garden, so here is the next part. I have been working on the edits, and now I’m on to a brand new story that utilizes the same cafe and bakeshop. If you’ve been reading along but…
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Tales From an Active Imagination: Part 8
I’ve been continuing my work on The Rose Garden this month. My goal is to finish writing the story by the end of the month, the “first” draft, anyway, and then go from there (edits, revamps, you know the drill). Rose and Nicole’s story will finally come to an end,…
Tales From an Active Imagination: Part 7
Seven o’clock in the morning and the sun is already making its way into my bedroom, leaving the dark of night a distant memory. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me.
A Mother’s Heart
At exactly 6:15 AM, like clockwork, Grace opens her eyes to a brand new day. It’s been a long time since she has needed an alarm clock; her body somehow knows this is her time, the only real time she has to herself. Quietly, she pulls the covers off, stands,…
Tales From an Active Imagination: Part 6
The next installment of The Rose Garden is here! As always, if you’re new to this story, you can start here. If you just need a refresher from last time, you can find Part 5 here I open the door to my apartment, and immediately, the fresh floral scent that…
Tales From an Active Imagination: Part 5
The next installment of The Rose Garden is here! As always, if you’re new to this story, you can start here. If you just need a refresher from last time, you can find Part 4 here “Thanks for picking me up, Jess.” I open the car door and slowly lower…
Voice of Spring
The theater erupted with the sound of applause before the final note of Frühlingsstimmen by Johann Strauss came to an end. Slowly, like a wave returning to shore, the audience rose to their feet. Maria Esposito had just given the performance of a lifetime. As she stood on the Evans…
Tales From an Active Imagination: Part 4
Chapter 4 of The Rose Garden is now up! If you are new to the story, you can start at the beginning. If you just need a refresher from last time, you can re-read chapter 3. “You must hate me,” I somehow manage to squeak out. I can’t bring myself…
The Missed Putt
“Nice shot.” That was the last phrase my dad would ever speak. He and my brother-in-law had taken advantage of a warm, sunny, Sunday afternoon after church to play a round of golf at dad’s favorite 9-hole golf course in the town where he resided. They walked up to the…
What’s So Good About Friday?
4 families, 1 day. And all they want to know is, “What’s so good about Friday?”