By R. J. Byrd The young cheetah loped through the plains at twilight. She was hungry. She hadn’t caught anything in over a week. The temperature was dropping, bringing relief to the arid savannah. She surveyed the flat land hoping a stray gazelle might be wandering around. No such luck. She trekked over to the... Continue Reading →

By R.J. Byrd “You’re going out like that?” asks my husband, Steve. I stare into my compact and finish applying my lipstick, making sure my hair is perfect.“Yes, is that a problem?” I ask defensively. He shakes his head no, looking me up and down from his place on the couch.“No, but you’re just taking... Continue Reading →