Sarah remembered someone once say, "Carrots are good for your vision." He was late again. Often, answering the phone, there was only dead air. Other nights, she smelled perfume on his coat. Much good they’ve done me, she thought, an empty chair before her. She lifted a carrot from her plate and took a bite.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath
When I was five, I went to Newport Beach with my family. My brother and I waded into the surf with my parents sitting nearby on a picnic blanket. Although the memory of the day in terms of detail is dim, I recall a basket of fried chicken and a bottle of coke. We were... Continue Reading →