A New Direction


I would like to thank you for all the wonderful comments and support. You are limitlessly fantastic and I hope you know how much you’ve made me laugh, smile, and beam with pride from your wonderful words.

I’ve gotten requests to write more short stories here on this blog and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to post much more frequently throughout the week with new flash fiction pieces. I’ll still blog a few rants and observations about life, reading, and writing, but this blog will now feature more stories than ever before. 

If there’s anything you’d like me to write about, please leave a comment below, I would love to hear your opinion. 

There will be a brand new flash fiction piece tomorrow, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever done before, so I’d love to know what you think of it.

Once again, thank you for being the supportive fantastic creature you are. I’m amazed at how far a few words can travel across the world and reach us all. Stay tuned, we’re about to have all kinds of fun. I hope you’re having a fantastic day. 


Old Man In The Park – A Short Story


There’s a guy sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper…

I’ve lost track of how many days and weeks I’ve followed him. At first glance he looks like an ordinary gentleman – bowler hat with a feather sticking out, glasses pushed to the tip of his nose, and a wrinkled face like an antique leather sofa. I watch his eyes scan the paper; he occasionally raises his eyebrows before flipping to the next page. He seems so innocent and elderly, but things usually aren’t as they seem.
My photography background for The Daily News has taught me the best positions in which to stay hidden from a person. My lens is trained, taking in his every move. He can’t even rub his eyes without my notice. I refuse to let him out of my sight. I’ve spent time in his garbage can, peering through his curtains, following him to his job on the subway, and even joining him for prayer at his neighborhood synagogue. Wherever he goes, my camera and I follow. 
 Now, you probably think I’m mad or something, but let me explain. I’ve seen some… things this guy can do. The first time I laid eyes on him, he was crossing the street when a car ran a red light and missed him by a few inches. The driver never stopped and kept speeding, but something strange happened. The old man gave him the middle finger and BOOM the car burst into flames. 
Since that moment, I’ve followed. I’ve seen him heat a pot and cook a warm meal with his bare hands while his electricity didn’t work. He walked into a bank one rainy April morning, strolled to the back and emptied drawers of money without using a key and no one noticed as if he wasn’t there! I swear, one time he vanished out of thin air, only to appear on a rooftop above me. I’ve observed him in a restaurant, ordering a glass of water, and then whispering to it and it turned into wine. 
Every time I capture one of those moments with my camera, something mysterious occurs. Exactly one hour after the picture is taken, it disappears like it was never there. 
I do not know his name, or if he’s even human. All I know is that one day, one of these photos has to stick. One day, this stranger will make me rich. I won’t take my eyes off him until he does. 

Why You Should Run From Your Problems


It’s a dark day. Nothing has worked out, you’re on the brink of tears and saying it’s time to pack it up and move on. The weight has been too much to bear and you just can’t take any more. Those sleepless nights in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering just what else you can do. If that sounds familiar, then this post is for you.

You want to run away, to flee from your problems and never return. It hurts to see your alcoholic mom passed out on the floor when you come home. The rent is due next week, but you don’t have the money to pay, and an eviction notice looms. You obeyed the road signs perfectly, but a car still smashed into yours, leaving you in a hospital for six months of therapy. And that doesn’t scratch the surface of the problems some of us go through. It usually starts out the same: white hot rage stews inside you and you throw things across the room. Maybe you punch a hole in the wall and scream at the top of your lungs for good measure. But after the anger comes the abysmal sadness. That feeling you’re alone, that no one cares, and there’s nothing you can do. The once angry eyes burn painfully with tears.

The pain builds up for days, sometimes weeks, and even years. You want to talk to someone about your problems, but you back out at the last second, with the fear of being judged. But one day you gather the courage and talk to someone about your problems. They nod and listen. The balloon in your chest deflates. This person tells you they know what you’re going through and gives you advice, but you’re offended. How could they possibly know what it’s like to be in your situation? You’re visibly frustrated and leave without warning while old wounds open once more.

We’ve all been there. Different people are faced with different challenges. During those dark periods, your mind is cloudy and the light at the end of the tunnel is dim. You can’t possibly tell anyone else about your problems; you tried that and it didn’t work. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve banged your head against the wall.

You space out and think about leaving, running away. No one understands the struggle you go through and you ask yourself if anyone would miss you or notice you’re gone. Anything you’ve tried hasn’t worked, and this may be the only way. You pack a bag of clothes and necessities and throw it over your shoulder. You slam the front door shut and make your way down the street to an unknown destination. But something pulls at your mind and you stop at the end of the block. No. You can’t just give up, because the problem would never go away. With a devious brew of nerves and crippled confidence, you turn around and go home.

You make a plan. You mentally map out your journey; the steps you need to take, checkpoints you’re going to hit, and missions you have to accomplish to achieve your goals. Instead of packing your bags and leaving, you pack your bags mentally as you board the long yet rewarding train to the life you envision. You plan and dream, ignoring the voice of doubt in your head. This has to work, you’ve tried everything. After all, what more do you have to lose?

Days pass, months, and maybe a few years. Some days are filled with glee and progress, others not so much, but you carry on the fight with your goals in mind. You pack your bags for the “train” and it’s in full motion. At first, it seems like false hope, but as time passes by, the train travels further and you see a change of scenery outside your window. The landscape changes and the sun shines brighter and yes, the grass is greener.

The train eventually stops and you get off at your station. So much has changed since you made the decision to come aboard. Your life has changed for the better and you can start to live the way you’ve always dreamed. You stand at the station and collapse to the ground and roll with your fists clenched in victory and a smile that angels envy.

After everything you’ve been through; the pain, the insecurities, and the doubts, things are the way they should be. Aren’t you glad you didn’t surrender when it seemed impossible? Anything can happen when you pursue the reality you dream of and never give up.

Please share this post with anyone who has a problem. Together we can help each other overcome anything.

There is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

The Little Things That Count: On Scrapbooking, Collections, & Photographs


Life is a Rubik’s Cube. It’s a colorful, enticing, and seemingly simple yet wonderful phenomenon. One moment the days can feel like they will never end, and then come and go quicker than a hiccup. Continue reading

There Are International Spies In My Neighborhood


Have you ever had the feeling that you were being watched? It’s a sickening feeling that makes goosebumps explode on your arms and your hairs raise like an eager student’s hand. You take those sharp nervous squirrel-like glances, looking this way and that, and when you don’t see anybody, you shrug and think it’s time to lay off the Vodka. I feel that way many times during walks in my neighborhood (ahem, minus the Vodka). Today, I want to talk about the spies living right around the corner.

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Today Is My 21st Birthday


No, you’re eyes aren’t deceiving you. You see the title. Today is my birthday, so that makes me *counts on fingers, toes, and belly button* 21 years old. I still can’t believe I’ve had 21 birthdays and that I’ve reached the official drinking age. But anyway, enough of this senseless rambling. You know the drill. Let’s get this party started.

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