My morning alarm blares, officially drawing my weekend to a close. I fumble for the “off” button, then lie still in the dark. Perhaps if I wis…
“Do I have to go to church?”
The blender hums as my favorite mixture of ingredients whirls within, a foaming, chocolatey circle. I crank up the speed, and steam rises from…
Something about the quiet in my kitchen seems suspicious.
The bag of charcoal briquettes sits outside our front door, a lumpy, lingering guest. It’s not your typical gift for eighth-grade graduation.
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I gaze at the television, my eyes glazed. On either side, my husband and my younger son lean forward with the intensity of bird dogs on point.…
I grunt and shift positions, struggling to stave off a serious case of Elvis Leg in my shaky left thigh. I’m crouched beneath a low tent of ch…
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Some thoughts aren’t meant to be shared.
It’s 10 in the morning and I’m following the finger, sobriety-test style, of the pleasant-faced man I call “doctor.”
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