Freelance Writer, Aspiring Novelist, Coffee Lover, Wife, Mommy. “A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.” -Susan Sontag
Freelance Writer, Aspiring Novelist, Coffee Lover, Wife, Mommy. “A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.” -Susan Sontag
I wasn’t expecting any visitors today.
Oh, no.
You really don’t want to come in here.
Believe me.
Well...
If you insist...
I’m sorry for the mess.
Please watch out for the pile of Not Good Enoughs.
I didn’t have time to fold them today
Because I was too busy
Trying to pack that half-filled box of Shameful Remembrances.
Be careful of that teetering tower of Totally Useless Trivia.
It grows...
Everything is new
And I want to know it all.
If I move my leg and take a step,
I sometimes find I fall.
But that will never stop me.
I always try again.
I want to move, to see the world
Beyond my gated pen.
This thing is hard. This thing is soft.
And this thing tastes real good.
There are lots more things beyond my reach.
I’d touch them if I could.
Mommy’s always saying
All the things th...
MONDAY
“This egg is your child for the next week.” Mrs. McManus weaved between the rows of desks, handing an egg to every girl. “You and your partner are responsible for its well-being. You must take it with you everywhere you go. Should any marks or cracks appear on it that weren’t already there, it will affect your grade. If it breaks completely, you both will fail.”
Ashley took the cold, smoo...
“Look, Mommy! Look at me!”
There was that electric zap of guilt in my jaw again. Why couldn’t I leave my phone alone for five minutes and enjoy an afternoon in the park with my son?
I shoved it deep into the pocket of my cardigan. “Wow, buddy! Look how high you are!”
He gave me one of his soul-melting smiles as his feathery blonde hair swept up in the breeze. It’s funny how quickly you forget ...
I heard her approaching through the trees. She was never any good at sneaking. With each step that brought her closer to me, a piece of my heart tore away from itself. Perhaps by the time she’d gone, there would be nothing left of it.
When she appeared, the summer breeze itself was as pleased as I to see her. It swirled happily around her, billowing her cloak and pressing her skirts to her legs ...
Yesterday
Yesteryear
There was a house I lived in
Filled with pillow forts
And pillow fights
And games of Twister in her living room.
She had stains on her rug
And popcorn under her couch cushions
And happy memories in her dusty corners.
Inside my bedroom
Outside my window
There was a tree I looked at
Filled with fuchsia flowers in the spring
And red-orange leaves in the fall
And bluish ici...
The news came over my intercom: she was standing out on the ledge. I knew it was coming, but I’d been trying to help her avoid this outcome. She didn’t know it was me down here, but that was beside the point.
Or was it?
“Thank goodness you’ve arrived, Commander Phoenix,” said a bystander. “The woman up there needs you’re help.”
Upon second glance, I saw that the man was Janet’s boss. Even aft...
I glanced out the window for the tenth time in as many minutes. He said he would be here before nightfall, and now the bruised sky threatened to fade to black. Perhaps if I said the blessing over the love charm he left me it would hasten his return as he promised it would.
I tore through my hope chest before locating the wooden pillar he carved for me. It was soft and smooth, fitting neatly in t...