Confessions of a Rail-Jumper
A few months ago I opened an Etsy shop and named it Jumping Rails. Part of that name choice came from an experience in which I’d jumped a fence to…
A few months ago I opened an Etsy shop and named it Jumping Rails. Part of that name choice came from an experience in which I’d jumped a fence to…
by Emilie Hendryx Hello, my name is Emilie and I am an Independent woman … but sometimes I think I’m too independent for my own good. That may sound funny—especially…
"Please, please, can we have a Sega Genesis?" my brother wheedled. "I'll buy it with my birthday money!" Our parents hemmed and hawed. This was the 1990s. Focus on the…
by Mike Duran In the summer of 2010, I began experiencing some weird medical problems. I am not a hypochondriac and, on average, see the doctor about once or twice…
by Lindsay Franklin My name is Lindsay, and I’m an Elf on the Shelf mom. This is where you all give a resounding chorus of “Hi, Lindsay!” and then…
by Lisa Godfrees I have two daughters, both of whom have been in public school until recently. Without going into the long story behind why, let me say that…
by Tracy L. Snyder Friends drug me to my first writer’s conference a good ten years ago. While there I talked to an editor who advised me to enjoy the…
by Victoria Grace Howell I’ve been creating stories for as long as I can remember, but I’ve been struggling with Depression since I was fifteen. I didn’t fully understand…
Hi, my name is Amy, and my confession is that I hate change. So, I started this post about six times before actually committing to this particular topic. Does that…
by James L. Rubart Arrogant Thought # 1 It was the mid 90s when I finished a novel in the wee hours of the morning and said to myself,…