One thing I discovered as a young mother is that it takes about two weeks to adjust when life changes. Of course, that’s relatively small changes, like adjusting to a new job, or a new school schedule, or the time it takes to no longer feel like a Zombie when we switch to Daylight Savings […]
It was Wills’ idea to cut through the fence. Our neighbors had the same garden as us, but ours just had weeds and cheap sunshine. Theirs was filled with soft creatures in pink and goldenrod and blue that had six legs, or maybe four, and they rolled back and forth and squeaked in little piles, […]
When we find the old fruit seller sprawled on his back, face a livid gray, I’m all for following the proper rituals. But Ituani wants to eat his eyes. “That’s disgusting,” I say. Ituani has been my best friend since forever; her grandmother half-raised me while working for my father. But sometimes she says things […]
I remember a childhood that didn’t exist. Hot apple pies cooling on park benches. Small toes pressed into scorching white sand. Snowball fights leaving crisp, crunchy ice crusted in the collar of my coat. A tangle of neurological connections to construct a lifetime that never was. Things that never happened. Places that don’t even exist. […]
We buried Mother in a tasteful rosewood cube. I couldn’t stop thinking that she looked like a paperweight. When I got home, I made an appointment for some movers to take Mother’s hospital bed out of her room. Really, it was my master bedroom, but since Mother had been living there for the past three […]
For the past twelve months, the author of this column attempted to write from the perspective of the inner mind of a writer as they consider the vagaries and sundries of their craft and career. If one reads each and every one of the last eleven entries, an unintended pattern emerged. The recurring note was […]