Category Archives: nonfiction

I’ve reached the age where my mom and I can laugh about my teenage hijinks. I can never sneak much past her but, every now and again, I get to tell her a story from my high school days that she somehow managed to not find out about. I wasn’t necessarily a bad kid but I definitely tookContinue reading “A Mother’s Intuition”

At our condo, we have an infestation. Ants? Nope. Roaches? No way. What could be worse than that, you ask? Ducks. We have the ducks. It wasn’t always this way. It started out as the cutest infestation ever. We moved into our new home a little over two years ago and, though there were quiteContinue reading “The End is Near…”

The birthday celebrations from the prior evening had beaten me into submission. The alarm screamed through the early morning sunrise as my frontal lobe threatened to explode out of my skull. I made the call to my boss, thinking that I could sleep for a few hours and make it in by lunchtime. I fellContinue reading “Yes”

He shakes his head at me as I scoop the crumbs from the counter and carry them to the trashcan. “We’ll get ants.” I laugh as the words leave my mouth. It’s not the first time I’ve said this. In the seven years we’ve dated, we’ve never gotten ants, in spite of the fact that he’s left crumbs afterContinue reading “Crumby Situation”

**Trigger warning for spider talk. That’s not a proper trigger warning, you say? Well, it should be. Some may call it an irrational fear even though there is a technical term for it. Arachnophobia. Fear of spiders. Fear of the Satan-spawned creatures with eight spindly legs that make my palms sweaty just thinking of them. Irrational,Continue reading “Black Widow Takeover”