The Fragility of the Now
I like words. When I hear them fit unexpectedly easily together into phrases with an almost audible click, I write them down. It’s a longtime habit that decorates the notebooks, old […]
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On Frenchman, Motorcycles, and Love at First Bite
“Here,” I give him a four pack of mini-canelés – the Dark Chocolate Chunk which are like little French kisses from someone maybe you oughtn’t be kissing – and he […]
The Visitation of Mike Brady
The doorbell buzzed, and it wasn’t an especially long buzz or short buzz. It was just a regular buzz. There was nothing of the harbinger about it. I figured it […]
Kitchen Confidential
How do you like the kitchen, they ask. It’s a great kitchen, they tell her. A really great kitchen. Great lighting, don’t you think. And all of the work surfaces. […]
The Search
We were up early in the cold. No one talked much. There was only the sound of crying, which you might expect. I wish she’d stop carrying on so, someone […]
The Heart Is An Organ Of Fire
She is traveling, something she will probably be doing more of now, after the breakup. She has begun noticing the distraction of other people again. At the airport, a couple […]
Divorce: A Dog’s Eye View
The house is dark, everyone asleep but the Woman, who is sitting at her open bedroom window crying and sneaking a smoke, a secret she will keep from everyone but […]
Getting in Deep: The End of Ski Season
Don’t leave me, I tell him. I won’t, he says. I’ll be right there with you. Because I’m not sure I can do it, I tell him. You can do […]
Lovely, Dark and Deep: A Path Through Childhood
This is me, walking on the path that I used to walk to grade school every day – a small Catholic school in a small town in southern Illinois. The […]
Back to Wonderland
She gets up to go to the bathroom, shuffling her way across the dark bedroom because she doesn’t want to stumble on shoes or toys. The dark has an almost […]
