1Mar 8, 2024
On a Wednesday, I sit waiting for physical therapy, twisting my stiff neck to look as a woman walks in with an ash-black smudge right in the center of her forehead. This looks like no accidental blemish I’ve ever seen, and for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable for her, I wonder how it came […]
2Oct 7, 2022
Oh the freedom of self-forgetfulness! Happy Friday, friends!
3Dec 2, 2016
They are inside the gas station maybe 5 minutes. The girls and I wander in while father and son linger at the pump, and then they follow us in, more efficient, by far, than we. Early morning, and ours is the only vehicle left at at least eight nozzles, though the three dusty spaces beside […]
4Jul 31, 2015
“…this not making a name for yourself-—that’s really hard,” Zoe says, lightly biting her bottom lip, tapping the page with an extended finger. Her hair falls loosely over her ears in sun-lit sections. She rests her chin on one tender knee, peering down at the Book in her lap. Her chair spins, but she interrupts its […]