I’m dying and there’s nothing anyone can do. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but sometimes life…and death…aren’t what we want for them to be. Mine will be an invisible death. Nobody will see it happening and they may not notice when it’s done. I’m dying...


Story Time: Welcome to Austin

Stepping into the room, she sighed as she laid her bags up against the wall and looked around. It was only early afternoon, but already she was exhausted. She had been up since about 3:30 that morning and a full day of travel, on not enough sleep, had taken...


Story Time: Letter to a Lost Love

Sometimes, when I’m driving, I pass this tree. I call it the shoe tree because over the years, people have tied their shoes together and tossed them up into it. They say that people do that to signify the end of one thing and the beginning of another. For...