Boys will be boys. How many times had I heard that before? It was a popular saying in my circle. It was what we told ourselves so we could get through another night of clammy, pawing hands and drunken come ons. It was what we said to each other after another all-too-near-miss with a particularly... Continue Reading →

I doubt you’ve heard of Minnie Dearhorn, not many have. I certainly hadn’t; not until my grandparents dragged me to a charity auction put on by one of their wealthy old person societies. It was a boring, stuffy affair filled with boring, stuffy people. Grandma and Grandpa made me sit with them in the middle... Continue Reading →

My mom was the one who “suggested” I volunteer at the little history museum in the park. Her idea of suggesting was signing me up and popping her head in my room later on to tell me I was expected to show up the following Saturday at 7 AM. “It'll look good on your college... Continue Reading →

The steak was the first thing to go missing. I'd left it to defrost in the fridge overnight, but by morning, only the plate it had been sitting on remained. I asked my husband, Connor, about it, but he said he hadn't touched it, and our seven year old son, Jamie, was so thoroughly grossed... Continue Reading →

Things had been rocky lately. I knew the first year of marriage was supposed to be one of the hardest, but no one had said there'd be days where I felt like I was waking up next to a stranger. I'd stare at his face, still lined with tension even in his sleep, and I'd... Continue Reading →

When my sister told me she was moving for a new job, I was torn; part of me was thrilled for her, part of me didn't want to see her go. We'd never lived more than an hour apart and the idea of her being so far away was an alien one that would take... Continue Reading →

The clock struck one AM. Don got up to get his usual mid-shift cup of coffee, Margery was trying to explain to a belligerent drunk that no, he couldn't have his toddler arrested for removing his diaper and smearing its contents across the TV, but she was happy to send a squad car over, and... Continue Reading →

You loved me once. It’s the only thing I still believe. It sustains me, even now, in the darkness. Even now, after you’ve gone. It was the first passage on the first page in the diary we found while exploring one of the basement rooms of St. Flora’s. My boyfriend, Damien, had been the one... Continue Reading →