Barbara sat slumped on the edge of a bed. The dim bulb overhead struggled to fill the dingy motel room with light. Details were hard to pick out, but Barbara didn't need decent lighting to know what the room looked…

Flickers of neon light painted the sky in bold colours. They reflected off darkened windows, putting the pale blue glow of halogen lamps to shame. The street facing sides of every skyscraper possessed a billboard at least three times the…

Agatha lay on her left side, then on her back then on her left side again, then on her back and then over to her right side, no rest. Her mind whirreled. The radio called it the second World War.…

The day after my mother’s funeral Daddy quietly moved himself out of the Master bedroom and into the guestroom. He never slept in that Master bed they’d shared for 65 years again. Right after Daddy’s move across the hall he…

One of my students, a ten year old with identified emotional problems, decided he really wanted to challenge me to a holding your breath contest. He didn’t have a lot of same-age friends and I thought he just wanted to…

She dreams. She can't remember all the small stories behind her eyes, who can? But the last dream felt awake, like her real life. A white room, she thinks, yes, that's where I was. Maybe a doctor's office, a clinic.…

That American, she's so ignorant. A granddaughter of the KMT. But maybe I can convince her, and then what? Vivian told me to be nice; it's to get Yi Ting's on stage. But so what? Our trauma isn't for parading…

Finally, Fan asks her what are you looking for? This is the question I’d been waiting to ask. Maybe I'd been waiting for her to ask me. To be honest, I’ve just been trying to figure out who is in…

Today was a mom day. On alternating weeks, he stayed with his mom or his dad and this was a mom week. His mom lived with her boyfriend two towns farther away from school than his dad's house. He kept…

Agatha knew Andres was a man who adhered to a schedule, but she didn't know how scheduled until their marriage began. She was the cook of the house, yet Andres insisted on arranging all of their cupboards plate by plate…

When I first began teaching High School English to officially labeled “low literacy” students I wasn’t sure how to approach them. Not because of the obvious gaps in our age, gender, race, religion, family situation, economic class, religion or politics…