Long Weekends, Cottage Traffic, and Family Memories: Who Can Detect Their Errors? Not Me, Apparently.

“As the cruiser lights flashed blue and red, I pulled over. Deep inside, I sensed my smug self-righteousness ebbing away, exposing a hollow anxiety. The worst part was wondering where I could have gone wrong, accompanied by a fear of undetected errors, hidden only from myself. I had tried so hard to do everything right,Continue reading “Long Weekends, Cottage Traffic, and Family Memories: Who Can Detect Their Errors? Not Me, Apparently.”

“Dad Can’t Frinkin’ Drive”

Creative Unfiction by Doug Ferris “My dad can’t frinkin’ drive,” the little girl said flatly. The comment, coming from the mouth of my four-year-old niece, caught me off guard. She watched me steadily through clear blue eyes, patiently awaiting a measured response. I stared back, uncomprehending.   “What was that?” I faltered. Usually a shy and polite littleContinue reading ““Dad Can’t Frinkin’ Drive””