October Fiction #4: Dead Man’s Bridge
October 31, 1986 The bathroom counter was covered with makeup, curling irons, brushes, and enough Aqua Net to put a sizeable hole in the ozone layer. Jenny leaned toward the
October 31, 1986 The bathroom counter was covered with makeup, curling irons, brushes, and enough Aqua Net to put a sizeable hole in the ozone layer. Jenny leaned toward the
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
The author reflects on lifelong sisterhood, family, and friendships formed across generations. From childhood neighbors and biological sisters to enduring best friends and extended family, these women provide laughter, comfort, shared memories, and unwavering support through hardship and celebration. She emphasizes that women need one another and encourages readers to find, cherish, and show up for their circle.
This week was harder. For some reason, my body decided sleep was optional. Most nights I wasn’t falling asleep until 12:30 or 1:00, and even when I finally did, the
When I was little, Sunday meant church, and after church, Sunday meant Grandma’s. My great-grandma would be there too, and Grandma would have a real Sunday dinner waiting—the kind that
If Erica goes to adopt one puppy, she’ll end up with three. In March of 2025, I went to adopt a puppy. On the way there, I came up with
Friday afternoon, my cousin texted to say they were sitting on the patio at my aunt and uncle’s old house, so I walked over. “THE PATIO” has been a gathering
I’ve had a little shift in perspective about time this week. I’ve spent years telling myself I don’t have time to exercise or that it’s too hard to squeeze into