This is the Old Cedar Mill in Cedarburg, Wisconsin, the quaint and charming town where my husband grew up. At Christmas time, the lone fire department plays classic carols through externally mounted speakers and the notes drift through the air and mix with the scent of sugar from the local candy store, creating a tearful [...]
“The past is the past for a reason,” Sam said when I became defensive about my new weapon of mass procrastination. At this point in our ongoing Is Facebook Valuable or Just Ridiculous debate, I was ashamed enough to hide my activity by inconspicuously slamming my laptop shut each time he entered the room. Lacking [...]
(Ten-minutes. Word count: 250 or less. Topic: First love. Use the phrase: “Beauty in the shadows.” Okay…GO!)
She pressed the gas pedal, speeding faster than she should have up the winding driveway, nearly rear-ending her rival’s blue and white 1960-something Mustang. It was a hardtop. She knew it would be parked there. What a lame car, [...]
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