On Butt Cracks and Being a Bad Person

On Butt Cracks and Being a Bad Person

Her underwear were tucked into her nylons, the entire right side of her rear end flashing at least fifty-percent of the room. I’d never seen anything like it in real life. The only thing missing was a stream of toilet paper on the shoe. I wanted to get up and...
D-Day. “D” is for Declan.

D-Day. “D” is for Declan.

It’s 5:20. I slept in. Coffee’s ready. Time for writing. Step,step,step,step,step… “Hi, Mom!” This is Mom Time. Not Mom-Declan time, even though it’s his birthday. “You can’t be up now! It’s too early.” He...
And Then They Disappear…

And Then They Disappear…

“The only thing that matters is getting @runningdmc to sign my yearbook.” It’s a tweet I’ll save. An honor to be considered so highly that students come by and say thanks. This time of year is a beehive. Seniors roaming the halls, caps, gowns,...