by Darcy Wiley | Nov 30, 2018 | Books, Self-Talk
I tapped out the letters on my screen: “Leaving an hour late. Story of my life.” The sideways emoji with its tongue hanging out felt like the perfect icon to round out the text message. I pressed it, then hit “send” and let my friend know I was on my way to Chicago...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 25, 2013 | Pocket Change
Snow and ice crunched under the weight of my tires as I slowed to a stop to keep from sliding through. Street lamps flickered on and I turned my head toward a familiar shape moving out from the shadows. The hood of a quilted coat kept the figure from full view, but...