If you are in the US, this is Thanksgiving weekend and I imagine you are spending time with family and enjoying some tasty leftovers. And even if you are not in the US, I hope you are taking time to nourish yourself in this crazy world with friends, family, and good food (and, ye...

I bring it up because I really wanted to hit the story-a-day goal this month and knew I wouldn't have time while in Texas. So, on the plane ride there, I read three stories quickly and completely focused. Normally it's something I fit into the cracks of the day, reading a bit her...

“Hello, Elizabeth,” I said as you dropped the bag of groceries you had just come in with. I watched as broken eggs mixed with spilled orange juice. You looked tired, as if you hadn’t been sleeping much.

Streaks have power (like when I never missed a day) and losing the streak has made it hard to get things going again. If not for this public accountability, I probably would let the whole thing go. But that's one of the reasons why I decided to make this public. As a short story...

The breaker rolled past the window next to me, a sandy, foamy blur; I thought I could make out a jellyfish being pressed against the glass. It was outlined there for a moment and then gone. All that motion and chaos just inches away from me made me nervous.