
Sunrise to Sunset
The morning of Election Day 2016 I run into my writing teacher and ask if I should bring a bottle Continue reading
The morning of Election Day 2016 I run into my writing teacher and ask if I should bring a bottle Continue reading
Fourteen ounces of life. A perfect form. All ten fingers, all ten toes. Skin the color of dark brown silk, Continue reading
He walks with a slow shuffle, like the old man he is. My family intercepts him on his way home Continue reading
My good friend’s a Christian. I am not. I told him I don’t believe in God. He said, “Tell me Continue reading
The boy was six years old. He wrote, “They went behind a rock to have a think.” The boy’s father Continue reading
The faintest click, just barely audible, of fall leaves launching from the ash tree, where my daughter used to swing Continue reading
I always told the truth. It’s how I was raised. So as an eight-year-old in Terezin, I wondered why no Continue reading
Home is pictures of Grandma, slicing shortcake and living the image we show our dates and say the old woman Continue reading