I loved that navy blue Crown Victoria. Its plush velvet upholstery cradled my often weary body as I ran errands, picked up kids and volunteered at our local church. It…
Imagine a hairy, putrid green imp, fangs dripping with slime, smelling like gangrene, sitting on your shoulder day and night. It sneers at your best attempts, accuses your finest motives,…
In my dream, I peeked around a front door to the street outside. With the door in my hand, I could look outside, then duck back into hiding if someone…