1Dec 13, 2019
In the garage, on the way in at the end of a bruised up day, Riley has another seizure. Kevin, coming around the other side of the car, sees her stop, notices her sudden silence. He calls her name, and she turns her head but can’t answer. Stuck, her head bobs, like something sinister has […]
2Apr 6, 2018
In that house on the hill, someone shouts so loud the windows rattle, brittle and tinkling, like chains. In horror films, that sound–always the glass clattering like shivering teeth–makes me want to hide my face. My steps slow as I pass by, a rumbling street and a sidewalk between. “I told YOU,” I hear a […]
3Feb 10, 2017
On our way home. Â It was pretty rough. Eight words. Â I toss my phone down on the bed, sighing, and glance into the hallway at the window diagonal to my room. Â Close those blinds and Riley will wrap the cord in her elegant fingers and tug them open again. Â It’s something we share, this affection–a […]
4Jan 6, 2017
She gets up for me when it’s hard for her even to walk the length of the floor, and balancing on the one healing side, she hugs me, when I know it hurts to be touched the wrong way. Â I’m on the way home to a lot of doing she couldn’t now do if she’d […]
5May 23, 2014
This always happens to me.  The thought settles hard, a bitter weed looking to root. Late afternoon, and I feel weary with trying.  We tumble out of the car like the dust we feel, and I am gripped by an overwhelming urge to lay in the grass and extend my arms and lose myself in the […]
6Dec 14, 2012
The morning rushes from the start. Â Light, cold and sterling, glowing fresh, bleeds through the curtains. Â We swing our legs toward the chill, gathering hope, tucking promises deep. In the first moments of waking, we dress for battle. Â The sword flashes, Powerful Word cutting away and shaping new, and we whisper prayers, and we get […]