Description: #Audio. #Flashfic An introspective walk in the snow… Excerpt: A mournful howl cut through the wind. It wasn’t one of her kind, but she answered anyway, her return song one of reassurance. “You will be alright,” she sang.

Description: #Audio. #OpenLetter My annual letter to the man with the bag. Excerpt: So many of my friends this year are making posts and comments about how they wish the holidays didn’t have to be so stressful and commercial,

Description: #Audio. #Flashfic A futuristic Christmas romance. Excerpt: “I will endeavor to remind you, in the future,” he says, and again, there’s no judgement. Just a new subroutine to be added to the many already in play.

Description: #Audio. #Flashfiction. The second and third Noels aren’t what you think. Excerpt: But at the same time, we’ve commercialized that chronicle. Merchandised it. This second noel – really the two-thousand-and-somethingth noel – finds us juxtap...

Description: #Audio. #Essay My mother’s button box was a tin full of treasures and memories. Excerpt: My mother’s sewing desk, when I was young, was a lovely wooden piece, with a central opening that hid her black, metal,

Description: #Audio. #FlashFic Magic and sisterhood don’t always go together. Excerpt: “Maybe I wouldn’t have to be so cautious about spending,” Agathe said, accenting her oblique correction, “if someone I know helped bring in some income.

Description: #Audio. #FlashFic Getting the perfect holiday wreath takes a special effort. Excerpt: But this year, this year, Master Gavrel wanted something different, something organic. So, he went to the winter wood.

Description: #Audio. #FlashFic A woman and her husband share a snack of clementine oranges Excerpt: He’s eating the oranges one at a time, methodically peeling and sectioning each one, then slowly savoring each petite section. These tiny, sweet,

Description: #Audio. #FlashFic A woman has a moment of quiet reflection on the beach on Christmas morning. Excerpt: Annie wrapped her hands around the warm mug, letting her fingers meet through the handle. Her new ritual was to send a silent prayer to ...

Description: #Audio. #FlashFic  Humans call them angels, but they’ve failed their most recent experiment. Excerpt: The choir sang to deaf ears, and their enfolding wings were brushed aside by harsh hands, if they were noticed at all.