Some Songs Don’t End.
Her heart stung in that familiar way, as if someone she hadn’t met had once broken it on her behalf. Outside, the wind bent the trees. Inside, she rewound the tape—not ready for the silence that followed.
Pulse
The Oracle of Salerno
His pink shorts alone were a statement—bold, unapologetic. He didn’t speak a word of English but carried on full conversations with us using Google Translate, which somehow made every exchange sound simultaneously robotic and sultry.
Blood, Sweat and Fears
June 2020. Bored, deep into the pandemic and with all my clients in holding patterns, I decided to do a large fabric art project I had been thinking about for years. With the aid of some grippy bottom shoes, I fell off the ladder onto the pointy tip of my elbow.
How to be an Introvert: Cry
In 4th grade the teacher called on me. I didn’t raise my hand. I never raised my hand. The last thing I ever wanted was to be called on. It wasn’t that I didn’t know the answers. I did. I think my entire life would have changed if I answered those questions.
A World on Fire
As always has been and I suppose will continue to be, someone is toasting with champagne and sleeping in soft sheets, while someone is trying to sleep and comfort their crying children in an auditorium full of people to escape bullets.