I have come here to grow back my hands. The tale of the handless maiden has walked with me through many a dark forest. I once spent a week by a meandering river where we practiced animist ritual. Each night…
View writingSister love “Well, you know,” Sarah said, dipping tortilla chips into the salsa, “when you grow up you will find out that not everyone is going to like you.” I was stunned. Hurt. “Why wouldn’t anybody like me? I said.…
View writingMy ride dropped me in a screech in front of my house. I tell him to cool down, not just with me, but all of LA. He laughs at my concern. "Where I come from, this is relaxed," he says.…
View writingMost of my life I’ve suffered for love…and written every tear - drenched moment down in the pages of my journals….pages and pages and pages and more pages of tear-stained dark and inky writing, so fraught with drama and agony…
View writing"We aim for common sense manners," the teacher explained to Vince. "Sometimes it just becomes a wrestling match. Us versus Them." She put a towel under a boy at the top of the slide, to prevent the seat of his…
View writingVince landed a summer job assisting a kindergarten class of children who were labeled autism spectrum, severe. At his interview, the mayor's youth employment task force had asked whether he had experience with young children. "I have a sister who's…
View writingWhen Peter died we all that Mary wouldn’t be far behind, they were so bonded to each other. They’d married very young and would have married even younger if their parents hadn’t insisted that they at least finish high school…
View writingthe dry heat is a comfort. she turns the key but doesn’t let the air start up. free sauna, she laughs, then exhales, letting her back melt into the seat. She put plants in the strip of dirt between the…
View writing[continuing a story about an aimless grad student and her wealthy friend. They are currently at the friend's lake front house at Lake Tahoe and have just come back from a boat ride.] Jana catches up to me on the…
View writingFor years , born into decades, Paul felt like home to me. There is no other way to describe it: Paul felt like home, was my home, and for decades I relied on him to make my life seem as…
View writingThis morning I woke up under the awning of an olive tree south of Heraklion deep in the mountains. I don't have a paint brush so instead I dip a branch of an olive into the thick grounds of coffee…
View writingRobots For the first time in my life today I wished I had a robot. The one I saw was in Poland, it looked like something along the Tin Man/R2D2 model, not too big but definitely human shaped-ish. They use…
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