Children should not learn independence or self-sustainability by being forced to go it alone. The way is not to abandon them,...

I feel like a bee caught under a bell jar with nothing to sting body vibrating until I drop nerves sizzling exhausted surrendering...

Appreciate that life is a rollercoaster. Eventually, you will be let off, so someone else can enjoy the ride. Copyright (c) Lindsey...

Ideas rush into my mind like fish in a river. Most days, I'm craned over the bank, a passerby without a net. Copyright (c) Lindsey Vernon...

Reading oils the writer's engine. Keep yourself full of it, and the words run fast and free. Run yourself dry, the engine seizes....

Some nights, I go to sleep early, so I can wake up and drink coffee. Copyright (c) Lindsey Vernon 2020. All rights reserved.

Treat others how they want to be treated, not how you want to be treated, not how you want to treat them. Copyright (c) Lindsey Vernon...

It is too late when you are dead. Write the book. Best wishes, Me Copyright (c) Lindsey Vernon 2020. All rights reserved.

It rained the day of the funeral. It was as if, in his grandest gesture of self-validation, Gordon Clement reached from beyond the grave...

Imitation poem of Anne Bradstreet's "The Author to Her Book" Thou childish play-thing rampant in my soul, A child would I orphan from...

I had an affair that lasted seven days and six nights. His celadon eyes, grapefruit skin, and coconut breath entranced me. Drunk, I...

Before the house wakes up, before retired lovers speed walk and bachelors jog past the bay window separating us, I stare out between...

Early, on Friday mornings, we enter a frosted car, wait while churned heat blasts peepholes through the haze, and then we navigate six...

“There’s a goddamn squatter in our parents’ house. That’s the problem here, Glor, not—” I hear John drilling Gloria, in his usual...

The doorbell rang. “Oh, shit,” Miranda hissed as she threw the burning cigarette into the toilet and flushed. The doorbell rang again. ...

“My sister has one of those.” The waitress with burnt yellow hair and veiny arms maneuvers a steaming plate between two heads and lands...