
When 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, 2022My husband usually does the first walk, standing at the door, holding out the leash and grumbling, ‘Ready to…
June 22, 2022I 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, 2022Maybe she had really made it all up, just the way a bratty, superficial snob would. It was like…
June 17, 2022If 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, 2022Last 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, 2022He 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, 2022After I introduced her to Tom, he didn’t see me anymore. Their blossoming took over our apartment, fragrant and wild.
June 8, 2022A girl in my English class wrote a short story about rape. The teacher responded by talking about grammar and sentence structure.
June 5, 2022Hildy 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, 2022Something made me think of him; for days now, it has been bothering me: I can’t remember his name.…
June 1, 2022