Author Archives: writingblissfully
*** “Lauren, I need you to talk to me,” Detective Riley said after a few minutes. “How did Selah get to the arboretum?” “I don’t know.” “Did you see Selah at the arboretum?” “Yes, we played hide and seek,” I … Continue reading
Detective Riley gave me a cold bottle of water and sat down in the chair across from me. The room was dim, at my request, and empty except for the table and chairs. I sniffled and my body shook, the … Continue reading
No one came to the door and made an announcement. There were no signs that said it was a fact. I just knew: Everything would be okay. Feeling a little like a bush among trees today… strong, distinct, resilient.
The fog was thick when I left. I piled as much as I could into my RV, Myrtle, and headed West to Sycamore Ranch, for what I imagined would be an extended stay this time. John was still sleeping, his … Continue reading
I found beauty…I found peace.
The restaurant was filled with hope and excitement. Close friends and strangers in big parties and small, sat across from each other, celebrating the ending of one year and the start of another: for some a better year, one aligned … Continue reading
Before the rain had stopped, the sun was already breaking through a sky full of dark, ominous clouds. The children ran through the house screaming as light permeated thin slits in the blinds and curtains. “Can we go to the … Continue reading
There was just one more gift under the tree, the small square box still wrapped in brown shipping paper, its top covered with silver tinsel and tiny flashing red, blue, and green bulbs. “Whose is that?” Michael asked. “It’s for … Continue reading
I walked to the end of the property and waited. My backpack on one shoulder, a small carryon next to my feet. I looked back at the old farmhouse, a two-story, twice-restored home to three generations of Malcolms, once thriving … Continue reading