November 2017

fast for a woman made two. Racing fuel the pump spews beside regular unleaded. I hold my breath. Overnight the petals bloomed.

This is my last “Birthing the Mother Writer” column for Literary Mama, and so it is a way of saying goodbye to all the readers and reader-writers and editors and…

Still, somewhere on the Internet, there’s got to be a way to keep them safe in the ground, where they can root and grow until they’re ready to push their…

I’m not sure what to do with the pictures. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out, but I couldn’t keep looking at them either, held in place on our…

My mother had retired to West Texas, and only a few weeks earlier I had traveled there to visit her before she died. Now I was returning to that barren…

When you arrive, you’ll be so much better than a Cabbage Patch Doll—so small, I can see you now under my fingernails.