Subjective beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but its objective counterpart also exists. None will argue the flawlessness of a warm Summer breeze caressing a perfect rose, the fiery sunset of a tranquil evening shot through with violet and indigo, or a...
Moving boxes stare me in the face like the ominous ghosts of the future. Stacked two and three boxes high I have no idea where to start and I’m thinking about procrastinating one more night. But I desperately need to settle into my new Chicago life sooner...
I love getting feedback from people who read my stories. It is even better when a person or people allow me to read my work aloud to them. That is why I joined a local writer's club. Once a month they would get together and read from their latest work, se...
The Madison airport was not much bigger than the one I'd flown out of in Clinton City just that morning. Stepping off the plane, I was greeted by advertisements promising outdoor adventures, cheese, and authentic Ojibwe Indian art galleries. Like a lemmin...
We hadn’t know each other long, but there was a sweetness about our affection for one another that was intoxicating. A desire to touch one another gently. To kiss softly. To be close. We had been laughing and joking, running around the house like children...
Have you ever met someone whom you just could not resist? He was like that for me. I was like that for him. We couldn’t help it. It was a simple matter of chemistry. Him + Me + same space = sex. It was like that from the day we met. My best friend warned...
I was in my second year at uni and I was sharing a house with a girl called Megan. We had kicked this guy out who had turned into a complete arse, but it meant we really needed a third person to help with the rent. We would be OK for a little while but we...
