Creative Non-Fiction

The Number 35 Bus

Before I began school, my mother brought me to work with her…

With New Eyes

“You’ve heard of racism, well this is what it looks like.”…

Sun Haze

I remember the sound as a thud, an enormous, blunt thud, louder…

Greyhound to New York

A Christmas journey through the night by Greyhound bus - a community…

A Long Walk Through Time

Outside the enormous window of the hotel restaurant, rain pours…

Four Fields – A Short Story

A short story about a young boy coming to terms with the loss…