Mr. Arnhold
It wasn’t my first “F,” and certainly wouldn’t be my last, but it was the first and only “F” I’d … Continue reading Mr. Arnhold
Category: Writing
Southern Gothic or: Watching Birds Outside the Windows of San Jacinto Community College
When you keep saying the same things over and over again, they become prayers to gods that might not exist. Continue reading Southern Gothic or: Watching Birds Outside the Windows of San Jacinto Community College
The Urn
I knew the difference between what a grieving widow should look like and what she actually looked like. I can’t be ashamed to say I erred in favor of the former. You can avoid puffy, sunken eyes and skin dried out from crying if you want to. Continue reading The Urn
Auld Lang Syne
Last year, I was visited by a ghost on New Year’s Day. Continue reading Auld Lang Syne
Gerund Girl Name 