Storied Bench Who’s rested on your slats? Whose heart broke from the news? Whose wounds grew? Whose spirit held hope for easier days?...

Standing along side my 9-year-old niece and her friends at Williams Park tonight, we spread on pb&j, slapped bread together and wrapped...

I slung two tote bags over each of my shoulders and grabbed another one to carry from my parked car.  It was dark as I crossed three...

Last night, I spied her walking across the street with a bag hanging from each side of her walker as well as one tote bag on the seat.  I...

A cluster of Barbie dolls remains piled up along the side of the futon.  On the desk sits a Groucho Marx – inspired eyeglass / nose /...

My 20-some-year-old Trek mountain bike barely survived Michigan’s icy winters and spring rains.  It’s old metal bones leaned against a...

We crumpled up our papers and stuffed them into the stump of a felled tree.  The hole in the stump was hollowed out presumably by the...

I answered the phone at the consignment shop this morning. “You’re my last resort,” the woman on the other end began.  “I’ve tried...

“You’re pregnant!”  The bookstore owner exclaimed as I stood scanning titles on the shelf. “No. I’m not.” I stated and looked down at my...

Artwork by TammyDay.com “Start to the right and repeat four times,” Melissa stands in front of us. “Lead with your hips.  Let you soul...

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I reached into the sandwich bag and pulled out my toothbrush.  I unwrapped the paper towel that was around it.  I didn’t have one of...

I stood in the lobby of St. Petersburg City Theater next to Alice.  We wore white button-down shirts.  She had on black slacks and...

“We are leaving for the roller skating rink in 20 minutes,” Kelly announced.  “Get your socks and shoes on.”  The kids began scrambling...

The city bus jams to a stop in front of my friends Sherry, Tanya, Luann, my five-year-old niece Keigin, and me. “Quantos?” Tanya asks the...

I put my palms on the table and spread my fingers.  In between my hands sits a glass pitcher layered with a few inches of cocoa powder,...

White lunch sacks filled with sand and candles lined the labyrinth.  The sacred maze was laid out in the middle of a park along the St....

The stage lights bounce off the cymbal. I gaze at the shiny metal for a moment then back to Jerry, the vocalist and lead guitarist, for a...

Back in balance.

I pull out of the Salvation Army parking lot with my bargain clothes.  The already-low priced items are part of the “half-off,...