Today, my stapler tried to kill me—twice. It wasn’t just an ordinary stapler. This stapler was my friend, Red Swingline. And I had no idea she was pissed off—until it was too late. I was trying to get billing ready, which requires Red’s assistance. After all, it’s what I got her for. Besides, if the billing doesn’t go out, no one knows what to pay, so they don’t pay anything, … [Read more...] about . . . and other dangerous things.
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SWITCH by Cynthia Rogan
All Pinky Harper wants is a full-time reporting job, a faithful lover, and a guarantee that she hasn’t inherited her father’s schizophrenia. For weeks, her daddy’s been talking about the two young girls he’s watching over. He swears the girls—one black, the other, white—are from the year 1915 where something they found in a flowerbed magically switched them into each other’s … [Read more...] about SWITCH by Cynthia Rogan
SYMPHONY OF DREAMS by Cynthia Rogan
Barnes and Noble Most of us ache for the opportunity to shine at the gift we’re born with. Symphony Weber wants to give hers back. As an overweight kid, she longs to be like everybody else, so when the dreams about the stranger begin, she keeps them to herself. However, her growing intuitive abilities are not so easy to hide. Symphony discovers she must share knowledge, give … [Read more...] about SYMPHONY OF DREAMS by Cynthia Rogan
Tossing the Chimes
I used to sing. Years ago. But when I decided to have kids, I willingly gave it up. I wanted to be home with my girls. But I missed it. So sometimes I'd get the kids settled down (nap time, color time, Sesame Street) and I would go into my room, close the door and pull out the guitar. The lyrics I wrote are in some notebook or another. The music is only in my head. I used to … [Read more...] about Tossing the Chimes
Flipping Good
I was driving home tonight. It was already dark. I imagine the Super Bowl was still going on but, I’m not sure. I didn’t watch it. I had a writing project to work on. I turned a corner and caught movement in my peripheral. It was a boy, probably between five and seven. He was in his flannel pajamas, robe, and slippers, jumping on a trampoline in his side yard. I caught him just … [Read more...] about Flipping Good
