To Kane, Always

When you were little, you told me you wanted to be an astronaut and an architect when you grew up. I asked why two careers, and you explained that you really wanted to go to the moon but after you got there, you wanted to be able to build us each a home so we would always …

Let The Mocking Begin

Welcome to day 23 of 30 Days of Writing, a creative writing challenge that never ends.  Our prompt today is “Stiletto heels”.  No, this wasn't my suggestion. But I wasn't going to turn it down, obviously. Hey, you're lucky this wasn't 30 Days of Writing About Shoes! Don’t forget to link up at the end of …

To Jake, With Love

Today, you are graduating from high school, an honour roll student. In a few short months, you will start college. I can’t even begin to tell you how incredibly proud I am of you, not just for this accomplishment, but for everything that you do and all that you are. You bring light and laughter …

They Call It Puppy Love, I Call It A Bitch

When I was 13 years old, I fell in love. His name was John and there wasn't a single girl in my class who didn't lust after him. I pined, I yearned, I longed for him with every fibre of my awkward, shy, chubby 13-year old stupid being. In my daydreams, I would be at …

I Can’t Tell A Lie, Pa; You Know I Can’t Tell A Lie

Do you know who Mason Locke Weems is? He was also known as Parson Weems, if that helps. No? Well, he was the guy who wrote the unofficial, and somewhat creative, biography of George Washington, not so creatively named "The Life Of Washington". Now it would appear that Weems found George's life to be a little...lacking. Sure, …