February 14, 2026
“You want someone to move into your world,” he says, “But, I want someone to move into mine.”
February 14, 2026
Paper hearts, and roses red, for some, the day is filled with dread. Some spend the day with their “only.” Some merely spend the day lonely…
February 14, 2026
It’s the scent that lingers in those moments,
the breeze that carries their name
to you, when you’re feeling alone.
December 31, 2025
I am New Year’s Day
for a short twenty-four hours;
ready to give everyone a fresh start in life
as my life begins seconds before…
December 31, 2025
The fax machine sprang alive. She waited for it to finish and read the paper. “Good Evening, Ms. Li-Tybalt. My name is Victor Rolfe. I operate a business known as the ‘Order of the Dragon Theatre Troupe.’ You have been selected to participate in one of our most exciting games to be held tonight.”...She crumpled the paper and tossed it towards the shredder. The fax rang again. She just caught the words on the paper. “Ms. Tybalt, I have your son.”
December 30, 2025
I decided as my New Year’s resolution that I would both no longer be taken advantage of and I would collect money for our local food bank. I’ve been doing both.
December 25, 2025
As I clung to my trees and ornaments, the family began to fall apart. Many loved ones began to distance themselves from my particular form of Christmas joy. Maybe my trees and the joy they brought me in the deep dark winters scared them away?
December 25, 2025
And beyond the street was the place she loved most in the world: the old Waterfront Inn. The gray paint was faded and cracked, the white window frames cracked even more, but the charm remained, leaving a timeless charm that had drawn thousands of guests and travelers to the little 25-room inn on the beach road in the little working-class town.
December 25, 2025
The angels came to visit
On this Christmas Day
With beauty in their eyes
Sending love my way.
December 25, 2025
Will it snow on Christmas Eve?
I think somehow it might,
but only if we’re all asleep,
and Santa’s in flight.
December 25, 2025
“Don’t you think it’s too soon to talk about getting another puppy for Christmas?” I asked, stealing another piece of bacon from the plate. “No,” Carol insisted. “You know how sad Crystal’s been since Mistletoe crossed the Rainbow Bridge.” “You mean since the dog died,” I translated, not being one for euphemisms. “Yes. It’s not good for her to cry all the time. She isn’t even excited about Christmas this year,” my wife replied. “But it’s only been a few weeks…”
December 25, 2025
One night, on her long journey south, the tiniest of owls, a Northern Saw-whet,
stops in a forest of black, wild spruces…