In the few months before cancer took hold of my grandmother, she’d flown down the coast from New York to visit us for one last Virginia summer together. I was about ten at the time and old enough to know …
The sound of the stream flowing behind him was comforting. The water always represented both a means of refuge and a means of transportation, so he always found himself relaxing along the shores and banks during his journeys. Things were …
It started as soon as I left the warm cozy embrace of the cab of my white pickup truck that was parked in the crowded parking lot. The first thing I noticed was the cold—the absolute bitterness of the cold …
“Are you free?” It was a weird place to remember her name. “Yes,” I replied hesitantly. “Drop it.” “What?” “What you’re thinking. You know it’s not wrong to feel what you feel, though they say otherwise.” If I …
A man and woman suffered from infertility for two decades. They tried many things to get pregnant with no results. They tried every medication and treatment from modern medicine to tribal ceremonies. The woman decided to fast in hopes of …
Amuck the pandemic, disorientation has become a mode of being. It is the only fluidity available to me which permits survival. But it dampens my feelings, the inability to rely on any given circumstance forces me into an inner retreat, …
“When it comes time for you to part ways, you ask if she’ll be alright. Her hollow smile betrays the doubt before she even speaks.”
“Grandfather would step outside and look up at the pure blue sky, the wrinkles on his face deepening, mimicking the dry cracked earth as he searched for the clouds.”
“Unfortunately, it was not long before Samantha learned that the foster home was just as bad, or maybe even worse, than her home with her mother Karen.”
“Within this cage, the killing of her spirit was daily from being forced to speak a language that was not her own and to learn of a culture she was not born into.”
