“Ouch!” I let out a not-so-subtle scream from the kitchen. A mildly concerned voice responded from the next room, “Are you okay? What happened?” “I cut my finger.” “Is it bleeding?” I assessed the injury and responded honestly, “Yes, if I squish it.” A not-so-amused voice responded, “Well don’t squish

I doubt that anyone really expected city offices to be closed, schools to be canceled, and concerts to be postponed. I certainly didn’t expect the impact of the coronavirus. It seemed like a far-off circumstance that would never really reach me or my community. Now, businesses are closed in the

I shivered as I got out of my car to get gas. The wind hit me sharply and my hair began its usual rebellion against the bun I had secured moments before. I hugged my light sweater against the red wrap dress I was wearing. My beige high heels did

Do people’s faces look different when they lie? I wonder this silently to myself as an associate embellishes on a lie. In one of my classes, they said that people tend to look to the left when they lie and to the right when they are recalling the truth. I

I walked out into the garage and raised the garage door. It was already dark, and the rain had not let up. It was the perfect, spooky October night. I opened the back door of my car and placed my travel bags into the backseat. Then, I heard the sound

I had already completed one assignment, watched six lectures, covered two chapters to fulfill continuing education requirements, taken one test, and finished all my professional and personal obligations for the day. I had run five miles, seen all my scheduled clients, and given the dog a bath. It was a