Category: February 2014

Post. Wait. Delete. by Amy Braziller

Choose a picture, a flattering one, one that shows you smiling, hopeful…

Creaking and cranking, the garage raised and there it was: the snowy road, my journey, laid out before me.

My heels were pressed into the mattress, and I was pushing against the headboard. A voice downstairs was calling my name …

Terry approached with a greasy plastic tub of Vaseline. “To avoid cuts,” he explained…

…you had come up with a “safe word”—a word that, when used, was to stop whatever petty conflict was stirring immediately…

In my younger years, I did not write stories. Rather, I wrote feelings.

Inscrutable, blasé, they are uninterested in deadlines, tangled plots or characters who have fallen out of line.

Reading in other genres might feel like too large a time commitment, or might even be a bit scary.

It’s the story of a mellow, introverted child who through one happenstance to another finds his way.

Untold stories bring the past into the present. An irresistible attraction for those of us who are attracted to biographies and historical stories …