I fell in love with Tabitha and magic on the same night, at the boardwalk beside the Ferris wheel. She stood in the crowd. I saw her before she saw me. It was the smirk that caught me first, the kind that whispers she was up to no good. Then…

“This is Arlo of Looking For the Lost and I’m here to help you find whose been misplaced.” “Hi, Arlo. I’m calling from the desert and I’m looking for my aunt.” “Do you have a name desert caller?” “Um.. let’s go with that?” “So, Desert Caller, you’re missing an aunt…

I almost marked down that it was March even though I had been going on earlier about how it’s the first of September and now I’m creeped out. Of course, my mind goes to whether or not that means that’s the month I’m going to die. …

My favorite feeling in the world is being on the edge of the ocean, knowing that if I stand there long enough the water and sand will take me over. The disappearance of my feet is proof of a powerful universe. I am just one of many. We have been…

The Cadillac jerked to a stop for the last time that night, groaning as it settled. Nonna’s hurried twist of her keys interrupted the engine’s rumble. Her eyes held her granddaughter with a bit of suspicion. Nonna rubbed her thumb and pointer finger on the red ribbon tied around the…

Morning hadn’t come quickly. It dragged by each anxious, uncomfortable second. Harriet’s mind wouldn’t stop going over all that could go wrong, and what has. The problem with a life unfolding is the proof life can in fact unfold with little warning or warrant. …

Vaah has spent the last five years of his life inside a boxy apartment in an aging brick building near downtown Fremont. He rarely left his shelf-lined home, but when he did, he went straight to the bookstore then and back again. Both the city of Seattle and the advances…

My husband and I sat at our undersized dining room table across from an escrow agent in a mismatched room ragged at the corners from being both over a hundred years old and a rental home for thirty. …

I started writing an article about being too quick to medicate children. I often wonder about the damage done to my developing mind from all the medications given to me as a child (some prescribed for me some for my mother). I find myself questioning how much of my anxiety…