Baby Bird: A Short Story

Small hands powdered with dirt, cupped the baby bird. The half-naked animal’s bones rolled around, unable to brace itself in her shifting grip. Her sisters became anxious with each wobble. “Poppy! Don’t squeeze it, you’ll hurt him!” Stella cried, imagining that Poppy’s fingers were squeezing the new treasure, and she wanted a turn; a chance to... Continue Reading →

My Mama

I had a tremendously wonderful childhood, a huge contributor of this was my mom. She was an adventure seeker, we’d pack some French bread, cheese, and pepperoni, and hit the road for the day. The destination may have been planned to an extent, but the way home would often be a wandering one. Mom would... Continue Reading →

Friendship Grip

Friendship ain’t just claspin' hands and saying howdy-doo. Friendship grips a fellers heart and warms him through and through. – unknown Hung on the wall of my childhood bathroom was this little frame and a picture of me and my sisters. We were all under the age of six, wearing nothing more than homemade shorts... Continue Reading →

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