Sky bright peepers peering out through heart shaped glass. Strawberry red lips forming a perfect circle of surprise at my intrusion. A hint of red and blue print in a field of bright sunflower colored panties glimpsed beneath a tie-dyed...

The Dirty Girl

"for a certain english girl"

I knew exactly three things about Astrid, besides her name of course.One. She was Swedish. If her name wasn’t enough of a hint, her height partnered with hair the color of wheat and blue eyes that put the sky to...

Moments of regret. We all have them. Those times when we think to ourselves, ‘If I’d just stopped to think a moment, I wouldn’t have…’Driving north up I-5, near Medford, Oregon, I pulled off the freeway, my stomach growling. Breakfast...