1Jan 17, 2020
Come with me; I want to show you something. Watch your step; I’ll hold the door, the usual business kind with the glass panes reflecting our faces, my windblown hair, that stubborn purse strap sliding off my shoulder. End of the day and we’re both a little rumpled, right? I look over my shoulder and […]
2Jun 12, 2015
I wish I had thought to take a picture of them, sitting there with me. Â Me, all hulled out and bare—wearing my soft pants and no makeup, because with them I can. Â And them—six of my close friends–using their smartphones (of all things) and their words and their hands that can’t be still in the […]
3Jun 5, 2015
I really don’t know what to say anymore, she says to me, and I understand, because when you say everything true and it doesn’t seem to make a difference you finally run out of words.  They drain and fall away, leaving only echoes like bits of fluttering ash.  And in the aftermath of a wordy, difficult […]