“I suppose you also have a walking stick,” I say. “All eight-year-old girls have walking sticks. If you don’t have a walking stick, what...

As for me, I am living tucked away beside a forgotten vineyard. Like me, the grown shaggy and fruitless, misshapen, thirsty for...

I am not his sub. I am his wife. I am his college sweetheart. I am the mother of his children. I am his secretary at the office when she...

Did you know the word familiar has liar in it? Right there at the end. I’m not saying this for some well planned Extravagant metaphor,...

Digging holes in the town hall Phantom birds flying through the atmosphere Soft strands among the trees Awake among the flames hot breath...

My little garden is in shadow. Beyond the beige brick wall surrounding it, the sun shines. The tree outside the wall stretches its long,...

i wonder how it would feel to feel good in this body to wake up and not wish this stomach away the only mountain there a home for a child...

Two little monkeys jumping on the bed. When it’s raining, we jump from Theodore’s bed to the folding chair, but it’s a long way and...

Today is both ordinary and singular, for it is a Saturday in August in the midst of a pandemic, and I’m alone in Vermont. When I say...

Saturday night is the best time for training. No competition with juniors or masters teams crowding us out, making us feel like maybe two...

It was a winter night when my mother told us she deserved more. A car had stopped on the side of the road and she reminded us then about...

My cousin Jackie and I are five years old, standing on the shore of the Patuxent River, white sand under our bare feet, fine as ground...