Writer. Photographer. Child of God
It was about 2 a.m. That’s my standard wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night time. I usually have to pee and spend about twenty minutes trying to ignore the urge so I can get back to sleep. It obviously doesn't work and I end up getting up. I hung my feet over the side until they reached the carpet and... Continue Reading →
My mother’s despaired moan came from the backseat. “They forgot the butter for my roll.” “No?” my grandmother gasped in horror. “Yes!” She dropped it back into the paper bag from which it came. “What good is a roll without butter?” she mumbled. I was driving. There was a lovely lilting rhythm to my mother’s... Continue Reading →
Johnny Johnny Jack was a hypochondriac Each ache and pain would put him in a stew. He drove his folks insane ‘bout the tumor in his brain, And how his liver function was askew. Johnny Johnny Jack was a hypochondriac. His cabinet a banquet hall of pills. A full colorful display that could chase his... Continue Reading →
Rachel Svendsen 