October Short Fiction #3: Before Shooting Light
By Erica Shoemaker By Saturday afternoon, Grandpa’s driveway looked like duck season had blown through a week early. Jake and Wyatt Emerson had spent the morning cutting willows and now
By Erica Shoemaker By Saturday afternoon, Grandpa’s driveway looked like duck season had blown through a week early. Jake and Wyatt Emerson had spent the morning cutting willows and now
By Erica Shoemaker By the time Rebecca arrived at memory care on Sunday afternoon, her grandmother was sitting in her usual chair beside the window, wearing one slipper and looking
She checked the clock. They’d said thirty minutes, but it was well past that now. Her stomach gnawed. Where the hell were they? She picked up her phone and checked
I’m not sure whether it was midlife, menopaws, grief, or some unholy combination of all three, but somewhere along the way, my supply of F’s became dangerously low. For most
Every dog has a job. First and foremost, they love us with about the most unconditional love there is, but dogs also do some pretty incredible things for their people.
Yesterday morning, I had a million things I should have been doing. There was yard work, housework, and a list of projects waiting at home. Mom had plenty to do
Well, my first week of the September challenge is in the books, and I already have some tattling to do. My goal is 90 intentional miles in September—an average of
One morning this week, I was out with the dogs for an early truck ride because it was already too hot for them to walk. I looked out at the
I saw a Dolly Parton reel this week where she said, “When I say I’m hauling ass, it takes two trips.” And I thought, well, there’s some motivation for you.
My grandma couldn’t walk for about the last ten years of her life. She had degenerative disc disease, and over time she became immobile. Despite the challenges that came with