July 2014

It’s Complicated
It’s summertime. At my house, that means the kids are home, I’m exhausted, and my husband is getting mid-afternoon phone calls asking when he’s coming home to rescue me from our two adorable wild-lings. Family is messy and uncontrollable. Just ask anyone with a child in diapers who’s picked cereal out of her hair. But [...]
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The Coyote Howls
She stood on the white painted line. The cars zipped by, whipping up dust-filled air, throwing it in her face. The dust climbed up her nostrils, slid down her mouth, and settled in her throat. It coated the worn duffel bag beside her feet and colored her black hair coarse. Bitter patience kept her thumb [...]
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Simulation
Daytime, must be. Birds singing outside. Too warm here, under the covers in my clothes and shoes. All the air’s gone but I won’t move because my Mum and Dad are watching from the ceiling. Floating there, blubbing. Picture perfect they are too, younger than me. Eyes wide and wet as babes’. I can’t bear [...]
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I make sure I’m the last to board. I want as many people as possible seated. My own seat is in the last row — this is the rule — and I move down the center aisle slowly. I always have a reason to board last and to walk with deliberation, and for this flight [...]
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