Stream of Thought

I could leave him now, could’ve yesterday, or tomorrow if I want to plan things through, only, whenever I think of leaving Jake, I hear this voice in the back of my mind—not my mother’s but maybe someone trying to imitate her—a blue cloud wheeze of spent Merit 100’s, “Now Darla, I knew it wouldn’t... Continue Reading →

Dream Scene

I stumble into a ballroom. The place is draped in bronze, with parquet floors and chandeliers the size of Volkswagen's. Every head turns to look at me. Attractive woman with blue eyes, green eyes, hazel, brown, all wearing evening gowns. All stunning, or, well, stunned to see me, at least. There’s a rip in my... Continue Reading →

Noteworthy

Lori and I had never been known as tech savvy. Our children always managed the downloads and all the constant updates and gadgets. So I was surprised by how she’d started using her new phone. She’d been on it more, recently, curled up in the corner of the couch as we watched House Hagglers, the... Continue Reading →

Picture Window

The grass is dewy on my bare feet as I stop outside. I haven’t had my coffee yet but there’s pressing business that needs doing before anything else. All night that bird, chirping at the window, summoning me like a patron to a waiter, right at the sill. Greta never stirred. Maybe if the fat... Continue Reading →

Quarantine

How I got quarantined with Nadja Friess was one-part luck, one part circumstance, all parts awkward. Her parents were out of the country. My parents were out of my life. So that left the two of us, in the hills of Vermont, with a bishop, a handful of nuns, and two sleepy security guards. If... Continue Reading →

Abracadabra

We’re in the dairy section, on the hunt for banana yogurt because it’s the only one my child will eat. The child spinning out a new spell when someone blocks my view. The lady’s eyes crinkle with concern. She nods at my daughter. “Why would you let her dress that way?” “Huh? Oh.” I turn,... Continue Reading →

100 Days

I’m outside after the show. Some kids scatter down the sidewalks of the old lower basin, where all the warehouses sit like tombstones. Cigarettes, mohawks, we’ve played the old shoe factory before, and I love it because of the sound, but the river smells like week old fish sticks. “Hey,” Zach calls out, opening the... Continue Reading →

Happy Birthday to… My Book!

We interrupt our regularly scheduled posts for... Justice in a Bottle - Out Now!   Today is a day I've been dreaming of for years. My book has gone out to the world. Kirkus Reviews calls it,  “A timely, well-executed story of a teen journalist’s determination to uncover the truth.“ I'm calling it...published! Here's the... Continue Reading →

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