by Melinda VanLone | Dec 12, 2011 | Thoughts |
I have a confession to make. This one will come as somewhat of a shock to my parents. And probably most of my friends. Lean in close, I’ll whisper it to ya… I like coffee. There, I said it. This will come as a surprise to anyone who knows me because I’ve spent a...
by Melinda VanLone | Dec 9, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
“What are they?” Jeneka couldn’t keep the awe out of her voice. The statues loomed in the afternoon sun, large, intimidating, and breathtaking. “Horses.” Jake stood a short distance from her, as if wanting her to experience this on her own. She moved closer to the...
by Melinda VanLone | Dec 5, 2011 | Thoughts |
Last week I watched our house die. Well, not die, exactly. More like vomit. I should explain. We’ve decided to take our house in Philly off the market and lease it out instead. There seem to be a trove of people wanting to lease and nary a one wanting to buy....
by Melinda VanLone | Nov 14, 2011 | Thoughts |
Some of my socks have gone on safari. They’ve left their better halves behind to form a sad, dejected pile of unwearable socks. Unwearable, that is, if you like your socks to match, which I do. I suspect at this moment the missing socks are forming a Coalition for...
by Melinda VanLone | Nov 11, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
With death in fast pursuit, Jeneka kept her feet moving. She’d been running full out for over 30 city sections. Her lungs burned, her legs cramped, and tears leaked out of her eyes making it impossible to see much. She’d attracted a lot of attention along the way,...
