Short Stories

Mortification on the Orient Express

We stood on the platform at 1 am. It was dark and the only signs of life nearby were an old run down building and a flickering lamp post. You know the kind…the sputtering ones with a moth circling below it and sparks ... Keep Reading

The Curse of The Compression Stockings

When I transitioned into motherhood in my thirties, I proceeded to have four children in five years. I always joke with people that “I don’t recommend that breeding plan to most people.” I’m only 50% kidding about that. The truth ... Keep Reading

The Legend of the Whispering Wind

William Shakespeare once asked us to consider this question, what is in a name? Shakespeare would argue that a name is just a word, and only we have the power to grant it meaning. However, if you ask any expectant mother the same ... Keep Reading