The streets are slick with rain and a thousand yellow Maple buds paint the asphalt. I remember your ridiculous yellow slicker but I don’t remember the trees. It was always night when we roamed the streets. Your wallet chain jingled as we careened down the mostly silent sidewalks, our Doc Read more
“Do you ever want to get married?” I put the question back to him. It’s a horrible habit answering a question with a question but he doesn’t call me on it. He doesn’t even know he missed an opportunity to call me on it. He is considering options, his face scrunched tight Read more
Wednesday’s hump was sizable. I revised the About page on the blog. It is normally not a noteworthy endeavor but as happens when you avoid doing something, everything is that much weightier when you finally get around to it. I haven’t been inspired to make any notes from The Middle Read more
Celeste is pissed. She is literally sick and tired of people telling her how she should feel. “Thanks, but no Mr. Macklethorn, I don’t think things have worked out well all things considered. Online Editor of Benefits wasn’t the position I wanted and I don’t give a fig how many Read more
I have to tell you I was a little embarrassed. I mean I had no idea where you were and there’s your mom asking one hundred and one questions. Literally. I really believe she can squeeze that many into a half an hour. She talks fast man! Anyway, I know Read more
The first time the message came from a robin. P was four but she wasn’t afraid because her mom’s name was Robin. That was the first time P realized she didn’t look like her mom. She didn’t look like her dad either. But the park was full of people who Read more
This is not the setting Gwen imagined, a nondescript hospital room. But it makes sense, these are the last hours of her mother’s life. If not with her dying breath when else would she whisper the secret she denied for a lifetime. Pastels and pressed wood. Gwen wishes there was more Read more
Erica doesn’t much care about what she wears as long as it doesn’t itch. Her sister tired of her wearing the same black stretch pants and men’s sweaters, so she became her personal shopper. Meaghan has good “fashion sense” and calls herself a “fashionista”. Erica thinks the terms sound asinine Read more