Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Brooke had been planning the community picnic for almost three months, which meant she had spent almost three months worrying about things no reasonable human being should ever have to worry about. Were sixty folding chairs enough? Would anyone actually eat the quinoa salad someone had volunteered to bring? How many balloons constituted “festive” before... Continue Reading →
Tuesday had never been Clara's favourite day. Monday at least had a reputation. Everyone expected Monday to arrive like an uninvited relative with too much luggage and several complaints. Wednesday had the satisfaction of being halfway through the week. Thursday could practically see Friday from its front porch, and Friday needed no explanation. But Tuesday?... Continue Reading →
The cart appeared on a Tuesday morning. It wasn’t particularly impressive. It had four slightly crooked wheels, a faded green canopy, and a hand-painted wooden sign hanging from the front that read: TAKE WHAT YOU NEED.EVERYTHING IS FREE.EVERYONE IS WELCOME. There was no cash register, no donation jar, no price list - just food. Fresh... Continue Reading →
The little wooden stage in the middle of Maplewood Park had been empty for years. Once, it had hosted summer concerts, puppet shows and community theatre, but lately its paint was peeling, weeds grew between the boards, and most people walked past without giving it much thought. Except for twelve-year-old Sophie. Sophie loved theatre. She... Continue Reading →
Every Sunday morning, Dawna baked bread. She wasn't particularly fancy about it. There were no complicated starters with names, no imported flour, and certainly no kitchen that looked like the ones on television. Her kitchen was small, one cupboard refused to close properly, and her oven had two settings: "probably not hot enough" and "surface... Continue Reading →
Julianna had a habit of saving her life for later. She would take the walk when she had more energy. She would call her friend when she was in a better mood. She would start reading again when she could concentrate. She would sit outside and enjoy the sunshine when there weren't dishes in the... Continue Reading →
By 7:14 Tuesday morning, Ilsa had already decided the day was defective. Her alarm hadn't gone off. She couldn't find her keys. She poured coffee into her travel mug and then promptly left the mug sitting on the kitchen counter. When she finally found her keys, they were in her jacket pocket—the jacket she was... Continue Reading →
By Tuesday afternoon, Jenna could feel herself reaching that point. Not the dramatic, throw-the-laptop-out-the-window point, although the laptop was definitely testing its luck. It was the quieter kind of overwhelm. Her shoulders were practically touching her ears, her jaw hurt from clenching it, and she'd read the same email three times and still couldn't tell... Continue Reading →
Lysa woke on Sunday morning without an alarm. For several seconds, she simply lay there beneath the blankets, listening to the quiet. No buzzing phone. No list of things demanding her attention. No reason to throw herself out of bed and immediately start being productive. Then her brain remembered the laundry. And the groceries. And... Continue Reading →
Every Sunday evening, Nora made a list. She loved lists. Lists made life look manageable. Buy groceries. Do laundry. Call Mom. Clean kitchen. Answer emails. Walk the dog. Prepare lunches. Pay bills. Water plants. Help Sarah with her résumé. Pick up Dad’s prescription. By Monday morning, the list had already grown. Someone always needed something... Continue Reading →
