Sibling Madness
It was unusual for Aaron to call so I always answered the phone when he did. These conversations were cerebral and sometimes hard to follow…
Search Results for: The Leaving
Florence, By Any Other Name
My Gran was born Florence –Imagine a baby in the 1920s With such a serious name–Burdensome, so she went by another But we never forget…
What I Promised to Do
I’m trying to get into our new safe deposit box, but I haven’t brought the key with me. “Can’t you open it with yours?” I ask. She gives me a quizzical look.
Sunday Night Shoe Shine
As a child, any time I got to spend with Dad amounted to the thumb space at the toe of a tight shoe. Dad was a general handyman in the surrounding neighborhoods…
Same Like Me
“Can we pray for my brother?” She asked as I petitioned the class for prayer intentions. “We just found out he is going to be incarcerated…”
Oralia
A heavy weight presses down on my chest. It feels like a chasm is forming under the breastplates covering my heart. I take a moment…
Bring Me Your Yearning
Two days before the bicentennial and Madeline Harper’s tenth birthday, someone rowed an eighteen-foot Statue of Liberty constructed entirely of Venetian blinds…
The Monster Barber
My father left his barbershop to work in construction years before I was born, yet he never stopped cutting hair. If you knew Gennaro well enough to visit his Italian home in the inner city of Cleveland…
The Memory Box
In our living room, a box sits atop a record player, with a black and white photo placed upon the box. All three items act as a tabletop for collected dust…