Sometimes you find yourself in situations where you feel extremely unqualified to carry out a task, like singing someone’s final song. You at least wish you had ironed your shirt, but, of course, you didn’t. (This story is in the 2019 Spring/Summer issue of Epiphany Magazine. Go order a copy if you long to see what the words look like on a page.)

None of our stories are the same, except for the ending. (This story is in the new issue of Epiphany Magazine. Go order a copy if you long to see what the words look like on a page.)

It is a nice thing when friends find each other out in the choppy seas of loneliness, having so much in common, while having so little in common. Also, monkeys!

When someone invites you into their beard, keep in mind that you may never find your way back out.

Every filthy boring neglected rest area has a rich history which is largely unknown to its daily urinaters.

Being married to a man is probably nobody’s idea of a vacation.

High school was a place where bad people grew into new people who were sometimes also still bad people.

Somebody is going to need to jazz up the afternoon session of this sales conference or I’m going to have to do it myself.

An inside look into the future of romantic luncheons.

A high number of lives include a dad, or dad shapes, or at a minimum something in the shadows urging us to cut our hair.