The sun streams through my west facing bedroom window, bright and blinding. I can sense it through my still closed eyelids and rebel at the thought of opening even one of them. I wish I could get up without moving. I feel my full bladder. The thought of placing my cold toes on the warm…
I’m Perfect Because…
I found some dust on my new granite counter tops after the cleaning lady left the other day. I was so upset. What do I pay that woman for? To leave dust? I think not. And then the landscaper forgot to even up one of the hedges out front. I wanted to scream. Some may…
In the Middle of the Night
I could hear his footsteps and his breath as he entered our room. His little boys socks, scooting, “swish, swish” as he approached my side of the bed. I blearily looked at the bright red digital numbers on the opposite night table They screamed “2:34!!!!” at me. If I had still been up and awake…
Missing School
It was a school night and as the warm water rushed out of the shiny faucet, I climbed into the tub for my bath. I saw the bright pink bottle of bubble bath with that silly bubble guy smiling back at me. I grabbed it and started to unscrew the cap when my Mom walked…
And With Her She Brought Forgiveness
The room was cold and bright. I was shaking just as I did the last time. I was more aware of what was going to happen, which was both a good and bad thing. Would they have to give me oxygen again? Would the nausea kick in? I told myself to breathe long, deep breaths…
Break Up
He sat on the weathered bench at the picnic table under a huge and familiar oak tree. We were at a park that I had loved to play at as a child, with its hills and enormous jungle gym. I sat next to him, so elated to be back from my first year of college…
Picked For Pie
My grandma gathered the dewberries in her stained apron and tasted a few to see how sweet they were. I went to wipe the sweat off of my forehead but my hands were full. My mom set the old metal bucket between us, in the lush weeds. I dropped in my bounty. We picked until…
Weeds
“Mommy, why are you taking a picture of those weeds?” he hollered at me as he zoomed by on his bike, doing laps in the driveway, round and round. The sky was overcast but the temperature was perfect outside. Spring was definitely in the air. I turned around, noticing he was due for a haircut…
The Day We Met
Imagine you are meeting someone for the first time. You want to tell them about yourself.Instead of reciting a laundry list of what you do or where you’re from, please give us a scene from your life that best illustrates your true self. I threw myself into the room, announcing I was there and the…
On Writing……
I used to write a lot in high school. Poems mostly and a few short stories here and there. I always liked writing, even papers about books that we had to read in school. I never won (or even entered I don’t think…) any writing contests but I do remember one poem I wrote that…