Writing

Crowbarred

My story begins in the land of the Ojibwe and Aandeg the Crow, in a state of absolute serenity . . . a quick weekend trip to the middle of Minnesota, where miles of mountain bike trails freshly blanketed in snow unfurled before me. My face, the only part exposed to the cold air, stungContinue reading “Crowbarred”

The Nervous Secretary

Part I Everyone liked him, treated him like their brother. It made me mad. My face got too warm, and my breath grew heavy and hard to swallow. When others showed up, I was immediately left out, like the kid who once puked in class and was now shunned by the other kids on theContinue reading “The Nervous Secretary”