“All my riches surround me.” That’s what’s missing beneath the photos my friend P sends me every morning. I’m not sure why I get irritated, impatient. I tell myself I’m jealous, but that’s an old feeling, one I am used…

I had one arm that wanted to wrap around her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. The other arm wanted to keep her at bay. I was confused about how I should respond to the situation.…

Spring is everywhere, all around me here at the edge of Eugene, Oregon. The camas flowers make the field up the street look purple with a bit of yellow buttercups thrown in. These camas flowers are different shades of purple…

Like many new pet parents, Vanessa and I had a set of wishes when we adopted our respective cats. We both wanted companionship, responsibility, and unconditional love (yes, cats are capable, counter to their reputations). Since he was a kitten,…

is literal. I was always hungry, craving meat, which none of us had in the fridge or elsewhere, mostly because we couldn't be bothered to buy it, because it was high-maintenance to have uncooked meat, and expensive (?) to have…

Today's prompt isn't working for me. What do I want to write about? What do I need to say? I'll write about yesterday. The infusion center. The emotions that being back in a room so similar to the others brought…

My God! I thought to myself: I missed it altogether. I missed that wild hunger of youth. My “youth,” so to speak, went from a constant, college-undergrad yearning to an over-burdened, perhaps even over-achieving adult who didn’t have time to…

During World War II, along with most Japanese Americans and Japanese living in the U.S., my Japanese American husband’s parents – John and Masako – and their parents and grandparents were put into internment camps and kept there for the…

By the time she was 25, Carlina was the killer of three. Two unborn fetuses, which admittedly weren't deemed people, according to some, but who, if allowed might well have grown into that particular life form, and one disconsolate boyfriend…

The wild hunger of youth didn’t feel like that light-headedness, that weakness in the arms, legs, face, caused by lack of calories in the blood stream. It felt like a wildness that broke out because my parents weren't watching over…

She had been a wild and hungry girl as if she knew life would be short and the banquet bountiful. Long before FOMO was a thing she knew the fear. Violet dipped her hand into the box and wove her…