My Grandson is learning to talk. He doesn’t know it yet, he’s just being companionable, repeating back to us our nonsensical syllables in delightful squawks and gurgles and inexplicably encouraging and saliva filled Bronx cheers. I love his talk. I…

New words, from new worlds. Here, on the cusp of a new emerging, the unknown unfolding before us as the old is, literally burning, drowning, being stripped away. Standing on the cusp, of what, we do not know. What will…

Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. White Christmas guaranteed. I stepped out of the car and immediately checked out the snow. Dry. Powdery. Nice. Growing up and living in New England, winter was my favorite season. I loved stepping out of the house…

I thought I saw you in your Dodge Ram Truck driving by my house. You waved and kept on going. It was not you, you died. I thought I saw you riding your e-bike past my house, you were bitching…

"I don't know how you typically do these things," Caitlyn said. "Do you pay the bill and we both Venmo you, or ...?" She and Franca had just spent the better part of an hour ignoring me over sushi before…

Detective Myriah Foukes woke up early that morning, before dawn, and felt the urge to revisit the Patel house though the case had been closed. She felt that tickle of doom inside--the same kind that preceded catching a cold or…

Words. Words, words, words! Hamlet exclaims. He is annoyed with not only the superficiality of what people say, but the betrayal of those words as well. His comment is ironic if one considers the play he says the words in,…

Ana had been trekking the past several hours in the dawn light, though trudging might be a better descriptor. She picked up her pack and slammed it on the ground next to her, where she heard her camp kit rattling…

Whenever I feel down and out, I go for a walk in the woods, and I feel much better. Every day is an adventure. That land is my happy place. I believe the land can save us. In 1938 when…

I remember one morning when I tried to describe the Santa Ana winds to my lover who had never even been to America, let alone California, let alone Southern California. We were in Aix-en-Provence, in Momo’s bare bedroom with its…