I spy my toes mid-stretch in downward-facing-dog.  I stick my tailbone out slightly and give in to a deeper stretch.  Usually, at this point, I'd close my eyes and exhale.  Though I can't stop the breath releasing through my lips, my eyes remain open. I look down at my toes. They are like my grandmother's … Continue reading Grandma


Flash Fiction – Time’s Echo

I have a collection of notebooks that I've scribbled in over the years.  Some of it is just silliness, but other pieces are surprisingly okay.  Here's a  piece of flash fiction I wrote awhile ago and later updated. As I've said before, there are some things (and some people), you never stop writing about.  Some of … Continue reading Flash Fiction – Time’s Echo