After That Christmas
Short story long, I’m at the conclusion of my Christmas story about Ralph and his Great American Novel that no one wants to read.
That Christmas, Part 3
The phrase “avoided like the plague” could not even begin to describe how I dodged reading Ralph’s book. And soon enough, Ralph himself.
That Christmas, Part 2
When you’re at a party, trapped into talking with the worst guest ever, why can’t anyone read your mind and hear your screams to be rescued? What I would’ve given…
That Christmas, Part 1
I do. Who knew that two words—just three letters!—could have gotten me into so much trouble. Especially when I was at a holiday soiree, not the altar.
