I have stories and photographs to remind me. But the rest is scattered like the 509th on that beach.
(nonfiction)
Tag: Jeff Corwin
I began my story. I told him I was born in Italy and moved to Venezuela when I was eight years old.
(nonfiction)
In the parking lot, her fears festered. She was about to explode and had to do something, anything, to distract herself. Between working long shifts and taking care of Jason, she had no time for friends other than her co-workers, and she couldn’t face them.
(fiction)
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