writing

  • Another Night at Chill n’Fill: Monuments, Creeps, and the Gray Hoodie    It was Saturday night at Chill n’Fill, and I’d just finished rearranging the candy display according to Bob’s latest merchandising theory. Chocolate bars now lived next to energy drinks in the “depression remedies” section, while sour candies had been relocated to “aggressive emotions”… Read more

  • Another Night at Chill n’Fill: The Seven Deadly Sins    Bob’s newest theory involved rearranging the entire store based on the seven deadly sins. Pride products near the entrance, Wrath energy drinks by the coffee machine, and Lust items… well, Bob’s interpretation of “Lust” apparently included chocolate and romance novels he’d bought from a garage… Read more

  • Another Night at Chill n’Fill: The Baby Lotion Theorists    It was Friday night at Chill n’Fill, and I was nearing the end of what Bob optimistically called my “probationary period” but what I recognized as “we can’t find anyone else willing to work these hours for minimum wage plus the occasional expired energy drink.”… Read more

  • The Writer, The Aggravator, and The False Prophet    It was Thursday night at Chill n’Fill, and I’d just finished rearranging the energy drink display into a color gradient that would make a rainbow jealous. Bob had insisted this would “maximize the chromatic purchasing energy” of our customers, whatever that meant. At least it gave… Read more

  • Another Night at Chill n’Fill: Signs, Romance, and the Color Blue    It was Friday night at Chill n’Fill, and I’d just finished arranging the energy drinks into an elaborate pyramid that Bob insisted would “enhance their caffeinated aura.” The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, occasionally flickering in a way that made me wonder if our… Read more

  • Another Night at Chill n’Fill: The Culture Warrior, The Evangelical, and The Activist    So, Jennifer called in sick for the sixth time this month—”food poisoning” according to her text, though her TikTok suggests she’s at a political rally downtown. Whatever. More hours for me, Karlee, professional chaos coordinator and now apparently the unwitting referee… Read more

  • The House on West 14 Road    In the spring of 1985, my family relocated from 112 John Street to 7160 W. 14 Rd. in Mesick, Michigan, a rural community known locally as Glengary. I was about to turn nine years old. The sprawling five-bedroom, two-story house stood weathered against the Michigan landscape, its painted… Read more

  • The Night of the Silent Breakdown, the Snack Commander, and the Law-Defying Fisherman    It was Wednesday night at Chill n’Fill, and I was halfway through my shift when the fluorescent lights flickered in that particular way that always gave me a migraine by midnight. Jennifer had called in “sick” again, this time claiming she’d… Read more

  • The Night of the Cryptid Hunter, the Sock Puppeteer, and the Sleep-Deprived Physicist     My Friday night shift at Chill n’Fill was off to an even stranger start than usual. The one-eyed polar bear sign outside wasn’t just flickering tonight—it was pulsating in a bizarre rhythm that Bob insisted was “part of our new sensory… Read more

  • A Writers Legacy

    A Writer’s Legacy: Crafting Stories Beyond Our Time      They misunderstand my purpose. In a world obsessed with instant gratification… likes, shares, and fleeting viral moments… they assume I write (create) for attention. How small that lens is through which they view my work.   What I’m creating isn’t meant for the ephemeral spotlight of… Read more