BREAKFAST BY SUE BLAUSTEIN
Miss Bulldog was the best. To see her exit her house, trot down the ramp from the porch and huff at the fence. To observe her ears move when the back door opened; see her turn and run back for all she was worth! ...
THE GLASS CHILD BY LYDIA GANSEN
The leaves were changing along with the weather. There is only one thing that meant…school was starting. I was going into my sophomore year of high school; my brother was in seventh grade. From personal experience, seventh grade...
THE SWEET GIFT OF NANA BY ELAINE SORRENTINO
She was meticulous─ all four foot eleven of her tidy and compact. In her kitchen, every dish and utensil stood at attention, drying towels hung in uniformity. Looking back, I suspect I may have upset her perfectionist apple cart...
CALM BEFORE THE DINNER RUSH BY ELAINE SORRENTINO
With a quick flick of the wrist he snaps the crisp tablecloth into place and smooths the white linen’s creases. This is his favorite time of day─ the lull before he greets throngs of famished guests who care less about...
UNBOUND BY ELAINE SORRENTINO
No modification necessary I was born perfect. My size nines do not fit in my husband’s palm but he never asked me to crush my bones and bind my feet for his pleasure, a past tradition of control. I could never erase the me I was...
BREAKFAST BY SUE BLAUSTEIN
Miss Bulldog was the best. To see her exit her house, trot down the ramp from the porch and huff at the fence. To observe her ears move when the back door opened; see her turn and run back for all she was worth! ...
THE GLASS CHILD BY LYDIA GANSEN
The leaves were changing along with the weather. There is only one thing that meant…school was starting. I was going into my sophomore year of high school; my brother was in seventh grade. From personal experience, seventh grade...
THE SWEET GIFT OF NANA BY ELAINE SORRENTINO
She was meticulous─ all four foot eleven of her tidy and compact. In her kitchen, every dish and utensil stood at attention, drying towels hung in uniformity. Looking back, I suspect I may have upset her perfectionist apple cart...
CALM BEFORE THE DINNER RUSH BY ELAINE SORRENTINO
With a quick flick of the wrist he snaps the crisp tablecloth into place and smooths the white linen’s creases. This is his favorite time of day─ the lull before he greets throngs of famished guests who care less about...
UNBOUND BY ELAINE SORRENTINO
No modification necessary I was born perfect. My size nines do not fit in my husband’s palm but he never asked me to crush my bones and bind my feet for his pleasure, a past tradition of control. I could never erase the me I was...
