It shouldn’t be this hard, to say what’s really happening. Not you dredging up a bloated grudge, insisting that you were wronged. By me. Always by me. Not that it’s always my fault; it’s just never your own. You have…
View writingThe human impulse, the basic need, to tell another person what happened is eternally within us. And thus, Story was born….and has lived with us from the dawn of time , our companion every minute of every day. We have…
View writingI saw him at the checkout, and I . . . He glanced over at me, and his mouth . . . (His lips!) I was wearing my low-cut dress, the one he . . . I averted my eyes,…
View writingWhen I was younger, just one largely symbolic training bra into adolescence, I wanted to be a Saint. I wasn’t Catholic and I did acknowledge that as an obstacle but when I read the lives of Saints - Susanna, Theresa,…
View writingNo story is simply about one thing. That is because even one word all by itself is never simply singular in its meaning, singular in its effect, simple in its reverberation in the eyes and ears of anyone who sees…
View writingHer perfumed, plaited hair, the way it shone under the dizzying ballroom light, as brassy as the trumpets swinging on stage, the way its scent of lavender raced throughout the crowd, in and out of the arms of dancing couples,…
View writingWhen all the shit comes down and the wars go on and then finally end, the pieces don’t come back the way they went out. They don’t fit like before. Even if it’s only been a few years of torture…
View writingI am told I'm too busy and that I have too much on my plate, as if that deters my motivation for accomplishing my goals. I am told that there are only 24 hours a day, and that I cannot…
View writingToday's title is taken from an Andrew Loyd Webber musical the I saw on Broadway years ago, and loved, starring Bernadette Peters.... "Tell Me on a Sunday is a musical with music by Andrew Lloyd Webber and lyrics by Don…
View writingNot now, Mom not this torrent of resentment I know too well opportunistic, you waited so that “oh now, you finally call” could be yet another in the arsenal of verbal weaponry. Not now, not when my brother told me…
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