A Day (or a few) in New Orleans

Sometimes you find a place that just feels like home, like it is meant to be. I have always been…

Deep Cuts – Flash Fiction By Rebecca L. Taylor

I noticed her belly first. She was wearing a form-fitting, emerald green sweater that stretched over her rounded belly effortlessly.…

This morning as I walked into the bathroom to start my day, I took my Nightguard out of my mouth…

Thirteen Going on Thirty is what comes to mind when admitting to myself out loud that I actually crossed the…

“Do you ever wonder where they go?” Anna was gazing down at the water rushing past her feet. “Where who…

I am going to talk about something that make a lot of people uncomfortable. Something that our society (and societies…

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. My clock is running low on batteries. Thirty is literally right around the corner. The husband…

The big 3-0 is fast approaching and it is safe to say that I am having all kinds of feelings.…

If I had a dollar for every time I failed today, I would have approximately $6.00. That’s not a whole…

My breakfasts are pretty standard and routine. I have a cup of coffee, a banana, and either a bowl of…