I'm a trained journalist who now dreams of writing fiction.
A Spark of Magic
Amelia’s town was magic. Or cursed, depending on how you looked at it. The town had a fixed border in all directions, one that ran along paved county highways; through thick hedges and briars; atop fields dotted with cows and clover; across the rocky stream where teenagers gathered for picnics and late night parties.
Full disclaimer ahead of this story: My youngest daughter's name is Scout, but it also isn't. Actually, her given name is Sydney. And while a lovely name, "Sydney" is only really used by her grandparents and when I really need to get her attention in a loud voice.
A Piece of my Memories
One of the first things I wanted after giving birth to my second daughter was a piece of cake. The cake was called Chocolate Lasagna, offered back in the 1990s by a popular chain restaurant. While pretty to look at, it wasn’t really that fancy; it was simple, in fact, with 5-6 layers of dark chocolate cake interspersed with buttercream frosting and topped with white chocolate shavings.