​I was working on this story about​ relationships in one of my writing workshops and my professor recommended trying to show the...

These are weird topics to write about since all of my childhood memories seem like I was in a seventeen-year blackout and only flashes of the nights and days survived. I remember one Christmas Eve my parents went all out with the snacks and they called me upstairs for a surprise. I was walking through the dining room and stopped when a plate full of little smokies wrapped in Pilsbury crescent dough caught my eye so I was busy loading up a plate and somehow I didn’t see my si

Forty-five has such different meanings these days. Tomorrow is my 46th birthday so I won't be 45 for much longer. Now, I can’t round down...