If I Lived
If I lived in Ohio, I wouldn’t be watching black-jibbed sailboats rock across the foggy bay. I wouldn’t see the lone seagull rise on the… Read More »If I Lived
If I lived in Ohio, I wouldn’t be watching black-jibbed sailboats rock across the foggy bay. I wouldn’t see the lone seagull rise on the… Read More »If I Lived
Our mom had decided to teach us how to make homemade salsa. We said, OK. Our husbands didn’t think it was such a good idea.… Read More »Sister Salsa
At East 74th and 5th Avenue in Central Park, just north of the water conservatory and east of the boathouse, stands the Alice in Wonderland… Read More »Looking Glass
I couldn’t get tibetian nuns dot org to load. I wanted to decipher the hand mudhra of the buddha sitting in our hallway. We’ve been renting our semi-furnished place for a year, which came with buddhas-thank-god, and I didn’t even notice the hand gestures. Or maybe I did, and just learned that each one has a different meaning.
Gramma swore a lot, sometimes at me. She cooked a lot of German food, smelly things like bratwurst and wet cabbage soup dumplings that smelled… Read More »Miss you, Gramma
It didn’t have to happen. Not the recession. Not the decrepit senior citizen retirement center nor the 1970’s camper van. Not the bad jobs, broken… Read More »It Didn’t Have To Happen
These are the sounds the air makes at midnight: • The air purifier hoovering our bedroom at full tilt• My partner next to me breathing… Read More »Air Sounds At Midnight
My skull can’t hold any more memories, so I walk them off late at night. And this night, as always and despite my very best… Read More »Another Ghost Story
You, who wakes up tired and confused most days. You, who has dreams more potent than life itself. The stories we tell, the way we… Read More »Summer Of What