We agreed to go to Sunday services with his parents over my fiancé Craig’s resistance. I like places of worship, doesn’t matter the flavor, there is often music, there is goodwill, there is the ineffable sense of something larger than…

I'm not sure we ever had a way, but I do know now that we are lost in this enormous forest and it is my fault--*I* am the one who got us lost. I can't blame mom or Kurt or…

Sheila walked the dog early, while Keith was still home and the kids weren’t up yet. It was her favorite time of day. The college across the street rose up on a hill. She knew all the paths where she…

Did you forget what we were to each other? “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.…

Oh, it seems that with your death, “our” way has been lost, with you not here to walk it with me , but really it’s more like you”re just spending more than your usual time on the other Coast! But…

My sister has a theory that friendships, like other relationships, have cycles and arcs. That just because you once were friends, good friends, even best friends with someone, you can outgrow each other. She has ended years-long friendships with people…

She did not want to join with anyone. She would not want to have her emotions overriden by someone else. Who would want ot feel what she always felt. Anger and fear. That is all she had done since three…

They could never forget. In this world, the next world, or any worlds in between , forgetting was not possible….they belonged to each other. How else to explain the connection between them, and all the events, ups and downs, ins…

Thank you was what I wanted to say but already your back was to me I remember most vividly your wiry hair, into which the teeth of a sequined comb disappeared I can still picture its butterfly width so clearly,…

She had achieved it, after so many years of dodging roses from strange men, catcalls on the way to work, the tremolo of the robins restlessly perched on a branch outside her window, which looked out over the courtyard in…