Will You Meet His Gaze?

Will You Meet His Gaze?

Last summer, I got random texts from a guy who was convinced I was “Annie.” I would tell him I was not her but he was sure I was pushing him off. Oh, Annie. Their relationship was obviously ongoing, but she didn’t trust him enough to give him her real number. It makes...
My Protector

My Protector

My grandparents lived on Marco Island, off the coast of Florida.  When I was in high school, my grandfather would give me his boat and my friends and I would drive it around the entire island. We would boat through the protected mud flats and across the expanse of the...
Where Are Your Tracks Leading?

Where Are Your Tracks Leading?

Last spring when I went outside I heard bagpipes. Living tucked away by the cemetery was new to me and as I peered over the fence, it was our first funeral. Mrs. Sargent. The bagpipes played and the family stood around each other in solidarity. The air was as crisp as...