Katie Burke sat still, her husband’s hands covering her eyes as he stood behind her.
Sean’s hands now rested on Katie’s shoulders and he gave them a gentle squeeze as she scanned the computer monitor in front of her. She saw an image of horses idling behind a fence. A big red barn. Bright orange and red leaves fluttering toward the ground.
“You got me a horse?”
Sean laughed. “Um, afraid not. Did you want a horse?” Continue reading
Wanderer, Jess thought, picking up her pace.
Since she started walking to work, she’d realized that most people she encountered in the early morning hours fit easily into one of six categories. The Wanderers were by far the most unsettling. She glanced behind her and saw no trace of the stocky man wearing the Council Rock Field Hockey sweatshirt. She unclenched her fists subconsciously, no longer facing immediate threat.Do guys even play field hockey? she wondered. Continue reading
“I dunno, I just feel like I’m always walking a line between minding my own business and being a good person. Like, in the city, you always have to worry about that,” Aidy said, brushing her dark bangs to the side of her face.
“I don’t get it.” Justin took a drag off his e-cig and exhaled a long cloud of vapor. Continue reading
I got married on a blindingly sunny, breezy May evening in 2010; I met my soulmate on a cloudy, February morning in 2012.
I never believed in soulmates until I met Daniel. The universe overflowed with people I could live with. I never thought there would be someone out there that I’d want to be with. That I’d want to be me with. Continue reading
Hippie. Preppie. Popular. Loner. Freak. Geek. I was all of those things at one point during high school. Except popular… I just tagged along with the cool kids for a while. Which was fine, because in my high school, the cool kids tended to have the personalities and suntans of a Cheez-It. They looked like models for a JC Penney catalog. The guys drank cans of Busch and got wasted. They bullied , they date raped, they high-fived. The girls were even scarier. For more, just watch Season 1 of Veronica Mars and…That.
Let’s just say I never fit the mold. Continue reading