She does have wings on her back. This, I am sure of. Although I have yet to see the wings, I know that when she

I had never seen his face. I fell in love with the sound of his voice on the telephone. It was the easy way he

We chatted for hours on MSN Messenger in our bedrooms behind closed doors, the night drawing shadows on our gaunt faces, my parents fast asleep

Daphne laughs when Shilpa tells her that she prefers to spend her Friday evenings surrounded by grandparents, veterans, and retirees rather than her own age

For his first birthday after we married, I gave my husband a t-shirt with birds stretched across it in rows.  Under each bird were detailed

A year after I left the military, I was hired by a Fortune 100 company as a Customer Sales Representative. The desk I was assigned

As a writer, I often base my stories on the people I know. But especially the people I loved. I create characters that represent them,

I understand nothing will be normal again, because normalcy—most of it, has left me. The genesis of me is gone. In its place, another one,

With you, life is quite mundane—just the way I like it. Each morning greets me with the rich aroma of dark-roast coffee wafting from the

Those motionless dark eyes gazing out between the layers of oil and pigment and top coat, painted 400 years before my mother even dreamed of

Dear Ice Bear,  Though you might find this letter as an expression of my affection, (and that much is true), I  believe that the things

An hour and a half north of Syracuse, I veer my rental car off the interstate. Pastures flank me on both sides, houses dot the

A would-be poet and photographer from Tidewater VA, I struggled to find my niche at Dartmouth in 1982. I didn’t like contact sports. I didn’t

I’ve waited long enough, let enough time pass. It’s time now to say what kind of thing it was and put it out of mind,

Sitting on a beach chair next to my newly married wife on a quiet Californian beach was nirvana. I held the hand of a person