When is a fanbase cute, and when is it a cause for concern?

A blend of seaside-tinted hues stacked on a dusty retail shelf.

He’d finally met the foe he lived life dreading: heartbreak.

Grab a sponge, grab a mop, and go to town.

This exercise is my way of pinging words out of my cloudy noggin.

A prompt from my writing pal challenged me to condense the last three years of life into three short lines via a haiku format.

My most recent survey question was the simplest ever—or so I thought.

I brace myself for pinches and pokes from thorns or thistles. But the risk of pain makes me feel all the more alive.

Small things I’ve been keeping in an open drawer in my mind.

Hypnotized in a swirl of audible color, I’m instantly at ease from the start of this song.

I don’t know how many hours have passed. All I know is I really have to pee, but I will go on holding it.

My YouTube algorithm will attest—I love a juicy psychology hack.

I’m not here to spoil anything, but five minutes in, there were tears.

But then, this question came through the side door of my thoughts: “Aren’t you sick of wondering?”

Get it together Webster. Make some words for these.

Like nails on a chalkboard, her advice screeched into my psyche. That’s exactly what I didn’t want to hear and exactly what I needed to.

This is a side of my grandma I’ve never met, and I suspect, is one she hasn’t either.

The groom’s vows articulated love in one of the most meaningful ways I’d ever heard.

One of these dreams isn’t notable, but now that I’m having multiple of them, I’m wondering what they could mean.

We try to cram so much into a life that is devastatingly too brief.