by Jodi Lea Stewart
Draped over a rock still warm from the day’s scorcher, a lizard gazed thoughtfully at the ghost town silver-lined by a full Arizona moon. A saloon glowed softly among the deserted buildings. Tinkling piano music, mixed with the occasional clamor of loud voices and...
by Jodi Lea Stewart
Series: Keepin’ it real Whether it’s underwater basket weaving, picking up used golf balls from an abandoned lot, counting worry wrinkles, or anything mundane you do to fill your spare time rather than get out and follow your dreams, you’re...
by Jodi Lea Stewart
At times, my writing focus is about as clear as swamp water. Sometimes I inadvertently go on a writing sabbatical. Things get in the way. When the “match” goes out, it’s like getting a D.C. politician to tell the truth challenging to restart the...
by Jodi Lea Stewart
Commas have never intentionally hurt you, have they? Okay, maybe you made a bad grade or two on a school paper because you used the two-inch rule; that is, you placed a comma every two inches on your term paper just to show your instructor you were seriously trying....
by Jodi Lea Stewart
Verella awoke to the sound of her wrist ringing. Her wrist wasn’t really ringing, but the compact instrument strapped to it demanded her attention in a screechy, nagging tenor. “Yes?” she whispered groggily, pushing her RESpond button. Her other hand rubbed her temple...
