Sick Soup Cures All

Sick Soup Cures All

In case you’ve been wondering about the radio silence from me, I currently have the flu. Aches, fever, chills, gang’s all here! Anyway, I posted last flu season about an amazing soup I make whenever I’m feeling sick (or just feeling like I need something healthy and hearty) so I’m

My Secret Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe

My Secret Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe

Back when I lived in New York, there was a particular chocolate chip cookie recipe that was asked for at every birthday party and half-birthday party and fake birthday party there ever was. The recipe had been mine alone, as everyone knew, and “Melissa’s Cookies” were perfected over years of

Thanksgiving Tale: Whale-Talk

Thanksgiving Tale: Whale-Talk

This year on Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for my family, friends and all of you, my faithful readers who’ve stuck by my side as we build a little word studio community together. And though this tiny tale takes place floating atop the icy waters of Norway, I hope reading it finds you

Halloween 2016: The Funhouse

Halloween 2016: The Funhouse

To celebration Halloween, I’m posting a short story I wrote this time last year about a spooky, little funhouse with plenty of secrets to spare … Enjoy! – M There was nothing unusual about the way the coffee was poured. There was nothing unusual in the way it tumbled from

Fall Fiction: An Interview Near Signal Street

Fall Fiction: An Interview Near Signal Street

It’s the official first day of fall and that means change is whistling through the air—from the snappy winds to the browning trees—and with change comes a distinct sense of newness blustering around town. Whether it’s a new school, a new job, a new shirt or just a new pumpkin spice latte Snapchat

Featured Friday: Egg Barrel

Featured Friday: Egg Barrel

I’d tell you about Egg Barrel, the website at bat for this week’s Featured Friday, but their description is so perfect, I just have to use it instead: “Egg Barrel is a place to find and share creativity in all forms. You don’t have to be a professional journalist, photographer or writer.

MR. TOBBLER’S SUNDAY AFTERNOON

MR. TOBBLER’S SUNDAY AFTERNOON

It was barely noon on Sunday when Mr. Tobbler noticed three things about the man walking beside him: First, that he had a large, white pimple on the left side of his cheek. Second, that he was dressed entirely in black. And third, that his shadow, which should have fallen nearby, was

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