WOMEN'S FICTION AUTHOR
“Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of her life,
every quality of her mind, is written large in her works.” Virginia Woolf
SHORT STORIES
The Wedding Band
The first person I see each morning when I rise is my grandmother who sleeps in a bed next to mine. I am seven years old.
Grandmother sleeps quietly, peacefully.
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I watch her chest rise and fall as I tiptoe to her side of our room. Carefully, still watching her closely, I slide open the top drawer of her dresser where she hides both wintergreen and butterscotch drops. She wouldn’t mind...
Innocence Lost
Everyone thinks I don’t go into the lake because I fear water. In a sense that’s true; I do fear water. In particular, this water: Seneca Lake—the longest and deepest of the Finger Lakes. But not because I’m afraid I’ll drown, I’m actually a very good swimmer. I don’t go into the lake because I know what’s down there and they do not. So, here on the south shore, closest to my home, I sit and watch small white waves roll in while others swim. The clear and deep, chilly blue waters of the ominous lake—dug from receding glaciers left over from the Ice Age—are not for me, nor, I suppose, not for Corey, either...