writing | The Miss Elaine-ous Life

The sun streams through my west facing bedroom window, bright and blinding. I can sense it through my still closed…

14 years ago

I found some dust on my new granite counter tops after the cleaning lady left the other day. I was…

14 years ago

I could hear his footsteps and his breath as he entered our room.His little boys socks, scooting, "swish, swish" as…

14 years ago

It was a school night and as the warm water rushed out of the shiny faucet, I climbed into the…

14 years ago

The room was cold and bright. I was shaking just as I did the last time. I was more aware…

14 years ago

He sat on the weathered bench at the picnic table under a huge and familiar oak tree. We were at…

14 years ago

My grandma gathered the dewberries in her stained apron and tasted a few to see how sweet they were. I…

14 years ago

“Mommy, why are you taking a picture of those weeds?” he hollered at me as he zoomed by on his…

14 years ago

Imagine you are meeting someone for the first time. You want to tell them about yourself.Instead of reciting a laundry…

14 years ago

I used to write a lot in high school. Poems mostly and a few short stories here and there. I…

14 years ago