What do you do when you’ve given fifteen years of your life to a man, given up your personal ambitions to give him three children and be a stay-at-home mom, only to discover over the phone that he is indeed… Read More ›
Literary Lounge
This Thing Like a Bubble
It’s a thing like a bubble. There is something wonderfully magical about it, how it holds its shape, its round perfection, and yet you can see right through it. It lingers, still. It drifts on currents, rising, falling like a… Read More ›
The Field at Dusk
She finds herself standing in the middle of a field that opens up to a dusk emblazoned sky. It could have been any field in any town. People are milling about, some have camps set up around small fires. Various… Read More ›
The Twitch
I have a small twitch inside of my brain, A terribly tricky and ticklish tick. A thing in itself that is quite insane; A thing in itself that is truly sick. It crawls and it slithers, it finds its way; It… Read More ›
I am Not You: In Response to “Daddy”
I am not you. I can live in this black shoe laced so tight my toes are blue. I am not you. You dug up the earth before the grass grew before the worms were even through. But I suppose… Read More ›
Morning Pages 