A life in a day’s time When the early hour makes him quiver, the mountain puts an arm around him. The sunlight is fierce on some virgin snow that climbs to the shiny blue sky. It’s so still that
Category: Nonfiction
The summer I became the last girl in my father’s house, I read Gilead for the first time. I was between my junior and senior years of college, and now that both of my older sisters were married, I
It’s Monday, 1:45, and six men and I sit in a circle with our German-trained psychotherapist, an imperious woman who reminds us that she is here to help or offer guidance only if we get bogged down and that
Hunt The first doll I remember being given was of a sturdy vinyl construction: a big baby doll with molded plastic hair rather than lifelike hair and eyes that opened and closed. It was about the size my baby
After divorcing my father, mom married Hank. He was an alcoholic, but I preferred him drunk. It was the only time he’d speak to me in anything but monosyllabic directives. We moved into Hank’s
So you wait and watch and worry and plan because the reply that comes, must come, around 7 or 8 will be that much more monumental, you watching the end of the universe and the sound of a rotary
As I bend, my body accordion-folded, mind floating above while my body, underneath, performs its own rituals— A firm pinch, a brisk yank, then I toss the weeds I
Stray conversations lingered in the air. Dull grey smoke drifted on the passing breeze peppering olfactory nerves with burnt meats and dwelling vegetables far beyond ripe. The sun, stood high in the clear blue
Monday I’ll sit across the room from the chemo patients. I’ll wait and watch and listen to cancer and laughter and how those cookies on the white plate restore ground for only that moment after or before. * You
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