(Note: Using this to work on a revision of a novel. This comes late in the book so might be a little confusing, but it's what I wrote this morning.) I’d laid it all out on the bed in the…

Years ago I used to go to a monthly Goddess ceremony at a friend of mine’s house in Los Angeles. I only stopped going because we moved to Northern California but in my heart, on every full moon, I am…

Sometime during the last couple weeks of Daddy’s life, a couple of friends of his who were visiting him in hospice asked him, “What can we do for you?” He was there after it was determined that his sepsis was…

They would not stop, except to complain. The journey took all: strength, belongings, breath. They could spare nothing. And yet— with what breath they had, they expelled streams of complaint. Sometimes they sheltered under a naked tree, its limbs offering…

I used to look at her hands and softly pat them to feel the warmth of her blood and pulse beneath the delicate skin....and now i look at my own hands and I see hers..... my hands have become my…

I can’t speak for her; I can’t speak for my daughter Susan. She is—was—the daughter of a woman—me—who refused to die. I am the mother. To be the daughter is perhaps easier. I say “perhaps” because I’ve heard of cases…

They were survivors, her father said. The world outside had been destroyed but they lived in a underground sanctuary that kept them safe from the world and she should be grateful for that. Even though she had lived her whole…

Tears streamed down Eva's cheeks, forming grimy rivers through the dirt caking her cheeks. Muddy droplets fell from her chin. They splashed onto her shirt, where they quickly disappeared in the grime. Callused hands grasped the handle of her small…

Today, they showed their true colors, just how horrible they were, Trump and Vance, when they confronted Zelinsky, who is still fighting for Ukraine. He is the president, and they nailed him big time. One dude even asked why he…

After getting setup, the old man led Kevin out through a gate in the white slatted fence that led into the vineyard. Grass and yellow mustard flowers grew calf-high in the spaces between the rows. They walked down the slope…