The old house sat at the back of the lot. The grass was long and unmanaged. The neighbors complained to the city that the house was dangerous. Children played near the house and their parents ordered them to stay away from it....
Read MoreInstead of a mosque or family home in Gaza City, they married in a tent in Rafah, one bride and groom among a million displaced persons. Instead of a multitude of friends and family, a handful of relatives escorted them through...
Read MoreLead story: Met Gala fundraiser, $75,000 for a single ticket, five men lift and carry an oversized train of sapphire blue organza, decorative resin birds perch on a woman’s shoulders, a man wears a headpiece as large as a...
Read MoreIn Tuolumne Meadows, somewhere along the seven and a half miles of the Mono Pass trail, my husband lost a baseball cap with a Modesto city logo he designed, and just a day later somewhere in Camp Curry cabin 504, I lost a pair...
Read Morein silence as the dawn breaks I watch in awe– my heart rising with the day
Read Moremy tiny son just twenty-three hours old moment frozen in time yet unending mirrors in reflection a generation born
Read MoreI step gently into the gloaming inhaling the edge of night tasting magic
Read MoreI relish who I was that moment before knowing back when life was still filled with you
Read MoreI grew up in rural Tennessee in the forties and fifties, managed to go to a Presbyterian college despite my family’s financial struggles to present as middle class (I was the first to receive a college degree in my family), went...
Read More“Did great-grandma have a glitch at the end?” asked Maggie, stopping her 4th grade math homework to talk for the tenth time in twenty minutes. Her mom was sitting beside her at the small circular kitchen table overseeing...
Read MoreIt may have seemed to you as if your brother cat Luis Rocket did not return your affections— his warning hisses as you neared, claws-out paw-swipes to your ears, sudden barrage of nape bites. Now, nuzzling his muzzle to the...
Read MoreI will not flat iron my hair to smooth my frizzy truth for media’s sake, social or otherwise. My nails will remain shorn short, unpainted. I won’t trifle with make-up or fake eyelashes. I don’t answer to the man but sometimes do...
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