The Face in the Window
I don’t remember when it first appeared. One night, it was simply there. The face in my window. I was young then. Young enough to have my tale about a nightly visitor lingering outside my window laughed off by those dubbed older and wiser. It used to scare me. I don’t know why it chose…
Car Rides with Dad
Earlier this year, I reached what many would consider a major adult milestone: I bought a car. Some may say this purchase is years behind schedule for a thirty-two-year-old but, as a city dweller who has utilized public transportation for nearly a decade, a vehicle has never been an essential need. It’s not to say…
Godless and Good
A crisis of faith can strike at any time in life, usually inspired by some calamitous event that shakes a believer to their very core. For me, this moment happened when I was quite young through an almost sitcom-like set of circumstances—though sadly there was no laugh track to accompany this fallout. At the time,…
The Worst Writer in the World
I was nine years old when I fell in love with writing. It all started when my third-grade teacher shared the news that the Young Authors Contest – the premier literary competition for our town’s elementary schools – was open for submissions. Though it was no “Design an Ad” Contest, which only the crème de…