The Drop

Trina sat silently on the steps of her front porch, watching a stray dog. It was sitting in the middle of a rectangular patch of dirt, gnawing on an old work boot. The tiny lawn has been unattended for years and not even the slightest hint of grass remained. She can hear the dog growling

Seed of Growth

Today, I embarked on a journey to write a novel. I have been aware of this destination since I was a small child, but just today, at 42 years old, I have finally taken the first step toward making a lifelong dream a reality. It isn’t a dream I obsessed over, but I knew it