Light was glinting off the candelabra. It’s not often you see a hundred year old candelabra in a track house. I should get up and help his mom. Debbi had been hosting us all weekend. I loved her house, the…

Outside of my dreams Hate even thinking about being outside of my dreams, much less doing it. I know that life is about failures and imperfection. But my dreams still pulse with energy. I often feel skeptical and afraid, but…

Outside the window Manhattan glowed. The setting sun lit every surface with a warmth Marla could feel. She plopped down on her couch and lit a cigarette. "They don't allow smoking, do they?" Her friend Denise opened the oversized glass…

My mother said she couldn't wait for my father to appear in her dreams. I wish I could remember when she said that--whether it was the week of his memorial service in February, or in early March, when I flew…

Sometimes I feel like I have the most privileged life, and then other times I wonder why the fuck this happened to me. What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment? How did I get taken advantage of…

Actually, I don't have a dream journal. Yet, as I think more of todays prompt, I recall how many times I wish I would have documented the fantasies and actual events that have occurred in my mind while sleeping. For…

Nora hadn’t planned her take on the stolen kiss. But when all had been tolled and tallied, she wasn’t sorry she’d done it. She took what she needed–what she could finally acknowledge she very much wanted–and left the rest behind.…

The orchestration of a character lives in some hollow space between writer and imagination. Think of a room at the end of hall. "Bluey" plays through the closed door. Kids call for milk. The writer sits on the rocker that…

Today, all my dental nightmares came true. That's the bad news, but with the bad news, there's always good news. Life that way because we'd all go nuts if it didn't! At least, I would. Last Saturday, my boyfriend and…

I've been going to storytelling parties (or "concerts," as the host and hostess refer to them) on the 2nd Saturday of the month off and on since last October. My poet friend who taught the poetry writing class I took…

There seems to be nothing to be done about Trump. He is like the Alien in the movies with Sigourney Weaver, whose presence is constantly plagued by the rescue of an alien creature who never seems to let go...just when…

I have written out my life for as long as I can remember. I still do, and will likely continue to for as long as I'm still here on the planet. I've journaled for years, ever since I was a…