Grief, Guest Posts
A Universal Language
I didn’t know their names, and barely spoke their language, but for months, each time the woman and her husband saw me, they would smile and call out, “buon giorno!”
July 3, 2022Latest Posts
On Being Human.-
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Family, Guest Posts, healingNeverland
I stop in a room, the art swirling around me. The humming continues and it is only now that I have stopped that I feel the vibrations in my throat, radiating down to my heart. I am the source of the noise.
June 29, 2022 -
Grief, Guest Posts, Self LoveHair Is More Than Serious Business: It’s Identity
Unruly, wild hair disturbs people, especially on a woman’s head; thus Medusa was a monster who had to be slain by a hero.
June 26, 2022 -
Guest Posts, RelationshipsWhen Suffering and Appreciation Walk the Dog
My husband usually does the first walk, standing at the door, holding out the leash and grumbling, ‘Ready to…
June 22, 2022 -
Gratitude, Grief, Guest Posts
I Say Goodbye and You Say Hello
I said my final goodbye to him as he was taking his last breaths, grateful to be able to be with him in spite of the pandemic. Or at least I thought I said my final goodbye.
June 19, 2022 -
Fiction, Guest Posts, Self ImageLavinia
Maybe she had really made it all up, just the way a bratty, superficial snob would. It was like…
June 17, 2022 -
exercise, Guest Posts, HumorIf Virginia Woolf Had a Peloton
If Woolf had a Peloton, she would have ridden it in the room of her own she built onto Monk’s House, the sixteenth-century country cottage that was her escape from London.
June 15, 2022 -
Grief, Guest Posts, healingBlack Holes
Last year, his favorite topic was black holes. By the end of the summer, he knew more about them than I’d ever cared to know and would prattle endlessly at me explaining as I half-listened, getting lost in his wordy explanations and listings of facts.
June 12, 2022 -
Fiction, Guest Posts, MarriageDetour
He stepped closer, and a crooked grin spread on his face, enhancing the deep wrinkles in his cheeks. A nakedness in his eyes made him look lost. I wanted to hug him.
June 10, 2022 -
Guest Posts, memoriesApril and Eternity
After I introduced her to Tom, he didn’t see me anymore. Their blossoming took over our apartment, fragrant and wild.
June 8, 2022 -
Abuse, Guest PostsThe Adults We Couldn’t Trust
A girl in my English class wrote a short story about rape. The teacher responded by talking about grammar and sentence structure.
June 5, 2022 -
Fiction, Fiction Fridays, Guest Posts, moving onThe Man With the Dog
Hildy was short for Broomhilda, the name he’d wanted for the dog when she was just a pup they’d paid way too much to acquire from a breeder in Marble Falls.
June 3, 2022 -
Guest Posts, TherapyI Can’t Remember His Name
Something made me think of him; for days now, it has been bothering me: I can’t remember his name.…
June 1, 2022 -
Guest Posts, TraumaToodie
My father’s mistress was dying of vaginal cancer and my mother went to see her. I can imagine how disarming Mom was when she entered the hospital room of her rival.
May 29, 2022