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. Â 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. Â 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 […]