When I was a wee lad, accompanying my grandmother to the local IGA, Doug, the casher, would yell at the top pf his lungs as I stepped through the automatic glass doors, “Hey! It’s Jerry’s-a-ferry!” Jerry’s a FAIRY!”Read More
One year ago, I remember walking into
Dollar Tree next to my house. It was crowded so I hurried to get my purchases and rushed to the nearest check out. As I stood on line waiting my turn, I noticed a young man in front of me fumbling in his pocket for
money to pay for his one purchase, a
large gallon of milk.
In fiction you are supposed to make stuff up, I heard, and mix it real careful with stuff that happened and have a big disclaimer at the beginning about how none of this can be construed to resemble the life of any person living or dead except by coincidence, and as long as you change the names you can get by with it. Which works fine except in my case I want to tell a fiction about my grandma Macie and the names are part of it, you see.Read More
I crave biscuits and gravy so much in my third trimester that I wonder if this baby girl will roll from me, a buttery, layered biscuit of her own accord with thigh rolls, chubby cheeks, and a Southern drawl cry-squawk.Read More
Goodbye to you, dear city of mine. But first, let me thank you. Let me acknowledge how much I used to hate you and then, somehow through the years, I fell so deeply in love with you that you became a character in my life.Read More
I stood staring at the Mother’s Day cards in Target, longing to buy one. However, my mother…my beautiful, bi-polar mother has been gone…gone for several years now.Read More
I began my adult life making all the predictable choices of my age. Dating, education, marriage, and making a home. I did everything expected of me as a woman except for one thing; I didn’t have children.Read More
Dear little Brenda in the red plaid dress, little white socks and shoes, on the lawn. Bob gives a toy to you, toys with you, plays. Bobby, you will one day call Bob. Bobby will be your friend, you will hold him in your heart.
Little Brenda in the red plaid dress.
The air feels sticky inside the three bed-roomed house. Some may find the humidity miserable, but I welcome the dampness beginning to form on my skin. It’s during these hot summer days I feel the most alive. No longer trapped. Suffocated inside.Read More
We'd just gotten frozen yogurt. Our treat. Our comfort food. I pulled out into busy, Christmas-time, evening traffic. He suddenly flashed in my rear view mirror and then shot around my car stopping at an angle in front of us, trapping us with his off kilter, middle-of-the road parking job in front, the median to the left, and a steady stream of traffic to the right.Read More