Category: The Good Life

Snow Chain Checkpoint

Previously published at the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch.   As we drove higher and farther, we began to see a dusting of white sprinkled across the landscape. In the distance, a grey mountain with gray trees grew. Higher and farther, the dusting grew into a blanket, the blanket grew into a

Meeting on the Bridge

Previously Published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch   This is the first year I have used the internet on my phone. Taking advantage of the novelty, friends are introducing me to the apps they love. My husband prefers TelegramX for communication. Anything to get a response, says I. The program

Facing Monsters Under the Bed

Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch   I have a friend who is afraid. Trauma in her life likely primed her to view the world with caution, assessing the danger. When a man tried to break to into her house, she huddled with her family in the hallway, calling

Discover the Possibilities

Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch   In college, I grew antsy during my husband’s orchestral performances. I watched the conductor perform, but preferred those mediums in which my eyes found a place to rest. With a substandard back and longer than usual legs, I found most theater chairs,

Empty Walls

Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch It was oddly emotional when the realtor suggested I remove all the art from the walls before we show the house. With our bid accepted on a property with more space and more opportunities, I pressed her for details on how to prepare


Time and again she glanced to her side, lifting her eyes up, a broad smile pouring into her expression. This new bride, 24 years old, with a mass of curls pinned to the side, holding a fingertip veil in place. Her skirts floated along with as she walked, trustingly locking

Daily Prompts to Kick Start Your Writing Year

What is the first thing you let go of when time seems short? I have not yet found the time and space to write and think without a deadline. In an email, I explained, “I start to feel disconnected from my heart and my thoughts grow disorganized when I do

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