Fiction

“Holy crap your feet are tiny, Mom!” he bellowed like a sultan, lording it over her, just like a man. There was a time he’ll never remember and she’ll never…

The blueberry pound cake. Mel’s favorite. She could bake it for her again, another day. She might even tell Melanie what she’s been telling them all. Enjoy every moment of…

“I disagree to disagree!” That was almost his parting line. The box he’d checked, filing for divorce, was “Irreconcilable differences.”

Before she goes, she will make a list. Two lists, actually. The first list, to help her keep her courage, will be a list of reasons that they will be…

Ben wiggled himself free of his uterine hotel, evicted by a stream of contraction-causing drugs. So much for the “he’ll come when he’s ready” wisdom from my mother. Instead, “he’ll…

The table is piled high with class picture proofs and volunteer forms. One lonely check written to the Homeowner’s Association. A partially completed to-do list floats to the floor.

Still, some other life haunts me. The possibility of things I could’ve done better. The possibility of how I could have been better.

When your mother calls, you can’t account for the time. Surely you weren’t feeding and changing her the entire morning, but you can’t say exactly what happened, only that you’ve…

She’s nestled in the space between heartbeats, a ghost child who never grew up. We had such a short visit with her, the memory now tucked into boxes along with…

I’m exhausted and watch a woman slouching on the bench opposite me who is seated next to five small children dressed in colorful knit sweaters and stacked like a pile…

It has occurred to me, it is a recurring thought, even, that the brisket weighs the same as Lily. Nine pounds, three ounces.