When the phone rings. When the diagnosis is pronounced. When the pink slip is received. When divorce is discussed. When … More
Every year my eye doctor evaluates my ability to see color, run tests to check my depth perception, and examines my peripheral vision. It’s this last one that I really enjoy.
The Metro Diner in north Indy is an amazing dining experience. If you have the time and find yourself in the area, I truly believe stopping and ordering a meal is worth your money and time.
There’s a song that some sing this time of year with full-throated enthusiasm and tears in their eyes, patriotism dripping from their souls, “I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free.”
But this song leaves me asking some important questions.
Writing Prompt: As I got out of my car, I noticed movement at the periphery of my vision, and turning to realize, ‘This changes everything!’”
Don’t you wish you could become the best possible version of yourself? It is possible you know. GROUNDHOG DAY I’m … More
The last nine months (some would say the last four years) have been unusual, yes? The election that appears to … More
I opened my journal, preparing to jot down my morning thoughts and prayers. At first glance, the page seemed stark, … More
Do you know someone who might be interested in getting a short story that can make their day better, give … More
Funny story: We went to my sister-in-law’s for a little party. Unbeknownst to us, a covey (gaggle? herd? flock?) of … More