We give gifts to others to recognize our love for them and a wish to give them something nice. Sometimes we give gifts of ourselves to show them we love them beyond measure and wish to give them everything. In 2009, I recorded this story by O. Henry of a couple of young people who gave away the things they held most dear to make the person they loved feel special. This Christmas, I wish…
“You’ll never get me to tell you where the jewels are,” the child said. She leaned back and smirked. So starts my short story A Diamond in Her Eye about a precocious little girl who also happens to be a jewel thief. How, you might ask? She is a shape-shifter. The story came about after one of those police procedurals on television where the detectives lean on the accused. I thought the twist of having…
I started writing poetry as a cheat of sorts; I could write a compact story very quickly. My sister Debbie is the poet in the family. I do my best. She writes beautiful, heartfelt prose that makes you think. She was the one that explained Robert Frost’s “Two Roads” poem to me so that I understood it was about his decision not to go to war. I thought it had to do with walking in…
