My morning alarm blares, officially drawing my weekend to a close. I fumble for the “off” button, then lie still in the dark. Perhap…
“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 …
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 gr…
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…
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 …
I lie in a window-shaped patch of sun on my floor, soaking up the spring rays in comfort, when a small, jerky movement catches my ey…
I bend to retrieve several stray coins in my dustpan as I sweep my kids’ room, and conflicting emotions flit through my mind. Part o…
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.”
