“Dear E, it’s not you,…” Save draft. Hate yourself. Hit backspace. Stare at blank screen. Delete draft. Chew dinner, smile at her jokes, scream inside, swallow words. Kiss her forehead…. Read more »
Tiny droplets of vapor collected inside the oxygen mask every time he exhaled. A thin layer of crust had formed on his eyelashes, like cobwebs in an abandoned house. Clear fluid dripped from an IV line in slow, almost hypnotic droplets. The room was quiet except for the staccato beeping of the heart monitor and the whooshing, Darth Vader-ish noise of the ventilator.
I’m standing at the edge, fidgeting with thoughts of jumping and turning back. Winds of change whoosh around me, threatening to push me. But I know they cannot. Falling is… Read more »
I loaded the last spoon into the dishwasher when I heard her coming down the steps. “At last, the tiny dictator sleeps!” she beamed with her hands in the air like a victorious… Read more »
Everything happens for a reason. Taking in Moorish architecture in Cordoba might have been riveting to this history nerd, but not to my 3 year old, who just wanted to… Read more »
The wonderful Nancy Koziol has nominated me for a this award. I am thrilled that a writer of Nancy’s caliber said that she enjoys what I write. I “met” Nancy… Read more »