Hank
I am offended. It is not my fault that there is no bedroom door to close to keep the drywall sanding-dust out. No, not my fault, and to tell the truth…
Non-Fiction
Integrative Ancestors, redux
When my daughter Sela was three, she invented a story about Bob Marley and Frederick Douglass. I put her allegory in the “Afterthoughts” of…
Recipe for Saying Goodbye
Prepare for cooking by crawling in bed with ill mother to hear the secrets of making her special cornbread. Talk about all the times you have shared her cornbread…
One Cut at a Time
Nerves danced beneath my skin, prickling and intensifying with each passing moment. The TV droned in the background.
Restive and Uprising
I slip through the conference hall as swiftly as my pumps allow, with a big smile and a wave to my venture capitalist buddies in back.
The Memory Lingers On
Three times he said “I love you” and I didn’t notice. Not till later. Days later, even, when I would be lying in bed and suddenly it would hit me.
The Vinyl Raincoat
I struggled to unzip the the bottom layer of my wet-look, sunshine yellow, vinyl, fully lined raincoat to transform it from maxi-length into midi.
What it Mean(s)(t) to be a Doctor
I remembered, as I always do at such moments, the remarkable series of epiphanies I experienced on a Monday evening twenty-five years ago.
No Pain, No Gain
I fold into a weary pigeon and dream about what it would feel like to perfectly execute a bear, a spoon, a spider, to live inside a healthy body that is not chronically ill…