Points of Intersection
My ruby red nails were the only thing between the tears in my eyes and the saline beginning to drip from hers. This blurred …
Yeah, That’s Weird
My brother had gotten hooked on the idea of doppelgangers, convinced that he has had several encounters with a version of himself in some …
Wanderlust
One year and five days ago, I wrote a guest post for an inspiring writer 3,000 miles across the country. Since then, he and …
The Chipotle Mayo Decision
“I’m sorry Ma’am, we’re out of Ranch.” I had officially become Ma’am, right there, in line at Subway. The official restaurant of former athletes …
Waking Up on the Weekends
The weight of reality compressed every dream, well-wish, good humor and high spirited venture this week. Five days of being anchored down, huddled up …
A Chameleon with a Keyboard
I decided that when I was going to be a writer, I wasn’t going to be of the starving artist model–troubled and brooding and …
A Moral Fracture
I began to miss New York City the minute I moved away from it. Not that I actually lived there, but just losing the …
Writer’s Guidelines – 2013 Inspired Scribble Scholarship
To students enrolled in the AP Humanities class at Monmouth Regional High School: What does it mean to be fearless in moments of change? …
A Place Where Lightning Strikes
There is a place where lightning strikes, somewhere close to the home and wherever the heart is. It electrifies you to the wit’s end–a …
