Lit

I was sixteen when I first saw New York City.  Everybody who was anybody lived there. Katherine Hepburn, Brooke Astor, Judy Blume, and David...

Martini’s was a small family-run grocery store, just a five-minute drive from Grandmom’s house. I hadn’t been in yet that summer, what with all...

That sun burned in an odd way that summer, hotter with wicked solar flares and meaner with intense magnetic disturbances. The crazy heat of...

So you wanna drive, eh young Murray? Be patient. This is a lesson best learned now, before the car wreck that will nearly kill...

"I moved to North Carolina from Michigan seven years ago to pursue a career in art. It was a bit scary being in a...

She wears white leather kid gloves, a pillbox hat over her blonde coiffure. The time is April 1956 on the newsreel on the classic...

  after a photo triptych by Agafia Polynchuk   Panel I. It is a slice, but not sauce and cheese and toppings. Rather, it is nutty bread slathered in icings,...

Once upon a time there was a little girl who believed in happy endings.  She was an only child of two exceptional parents.  They...

I wrote this song the first time I ever truly felt betrayed. I thought everything was going fine between me and my best friend...

I have always been caught in between the person that I am, the person that I was, and the person that I want to...