Non-Fiction

My mother had great legs. She passed them on; Nora has them now. Her shoes were small and wide, like her feet—European feet. She had so many shoes.

Let’s talk about breasts. We’re all woman here. They are a part of us, sometimes, however briefly, perfect. We women tend to think that ours are too large, too small, too droopy…

“Jesus,” Jenny whispers, her eyes dark and wild, catching mine as I stand on the other side of the bed. “Should I keep reading this?”

I am wholly and completely my own person, an individual defined only by myself.Or at least, that’s what I’d like to believe. I’d like to…

I sat in the dark movie theater watching Crazy Rich Asians and found myself crying. Crying is not unusual for me, especially while watching…

After the unconventional release of their 2014 album, U2 received overwhelmingly negative feedback. One day in…

An insistent voice brought me out of the void and darkness. “What is your name? Where are you?” My eyes opened to see a…

I’ve been waiting for you. Patiently waiting among the sepia pages and crisp black and white edges.

The call I was expecting came just after two o’clock on a blustery March afternoon. Instead of going home after my meeting…