Author: paigejohnson
White Lie
They saw it coming. They said it was going to be the biggest snowstorm in twenty years. Just as the blue-white flakes began to...
Amazing Grace
I am sitting at a McDonalds on Rt. 1, because I made the mistake of telling my four year old that if he did...
The Soup Whisperer
I make this soup. It’s not really one kind of soup; it’s any; it’s many. It starts out the same every time, but it...
A Doll Named Jesse Rose
I wrote this for Molly when she was eight, mostly while waiting in the carpool line. She has been in love with both clothes...
The Way Home
What she would remember, years later when she thought about that time, was the synthetic smell of watermelon. The occupational therapist who came to...
That Certain Something
Debbie Simms turned fourteen the year that her father died and she got fat. That is how she would always remember it: the year my...
Swim
I started this manuscript when I was twenty-two, living alone in a teeny efficiency apartment and teaching high school. Trying to be a grown...