I had an intense, sometimes very painful relationship with my mother. We disappointed and failed one another in predictable ways for years until we stopped trying to cram our misshaped expectations into the holes we thought we could fill. That…

A single beautiful word is worth far more than money especially when it's the right word, but why am I thinking of it after the fact, and not at the time? ************************************************************************************************ Another single beautiful word is--Friday! All over the…

(Here's the final piece of that scene.) “I see Sarah’s not back,” my dad said, coming up behind me. “The kids really like that pool at her mom’s complex.” “Municipal pool over in Hamilton.” “Maybe her’s is nicer.” I swallowed…

“Ink can be made out of pretty much anything”, she mused, as she bent over the fragment of papyrus, studying the marks on it. Those marks were the merest of scratches, like foot prints left by a trail of ants…

I’ve been sick a lot this winter and haven’t been able to get outside a lot so my front yard looks like’ Grey Gardens, the Poor Version’ or like humans hadn’t been reinvented yet after another…you know…whatever. I see now…

There was once a man she thought she could never live without. He died. Much to her surprise, she didn’t.

(A continuation of what you've read. Btw, I will be on a plane all day today, in case you don't hear from me right away.) I called her every night. But before I could tell her anything meaningful, she’d say…

They work. Some have figured out how to balance love and work. Some struggle every day, wracking their brain, asking themselves how will they earn a living? Become a barista and save enough to open their own cafe? Teach Spanish?…

In No Truth Land Everyone is a liar If I tell you that the sun is out Don’t believe me It might be out But it also might not be. In No Truth Land There is no way of knowing…

“They can’t be mine”, she thought, and she rubbed them together as if they were cold, as if putting them in contact with each other would magically change them. She hugged her hands softly but firmly together, involuntarily praying that…

Your own hands lie in your own lap and you and those hands are part of your destiny, your future. Our long-distance relationship is not what I hope for, delightful as it is. We used to see each other every…

(Working on what I hope will be the final draft of this book. This scene is about 3/4s of the way in.) Annie McCracken hurried down the Jorgensen’s driveway like she couldn’t wait to get away from me. Jesus, I…