Single, Middle-Aged Cat Lady Seeks…

“So you said in your profile you enjoy traveling…?” “Yeah, love it. Try to get out of the state at least once a year,” Conor said around a mouthful of steak. Mia breathed in deeply and resumed cutting into her grilled chicken, taking another tiny bite of it. Finally, some common ground, she thought. That … Continue reading →

“I’m Sally O’Malley…”

While I’ll never be as flexible as Sally O’Malley at 50 years old, I do feel as if I’ve accomplished a few, little things in just over the past couple of years alone. It’s weird to start a writing career while edging so close to 50. I keep going over the “if only’s” again and … Continue reading →

It’s the Little Things (flash fiction)

Eleanor Sutton, PhD, had been at Bakerfeld College far too long. Twenty-eight years to be precise, not including the years she’d been an adjunct (three course load at Bakerfeld, four at a for-profit, two at a prison where she taught inmates how to diagram sentences, and none of it would cover the various debts her … Continue reading →

Habits (flash fiction)

The first thing that struck Jillian when she woke was the gnawing scrape of a chill all over her body. The second, the fact she was naked in a bathtub filled with nuggets of melting ice. She gripped the edge of the tub with a slick, shaky hand. The other was trapped flat behind her … Continue reading →