The sound of laughter is the thing you’ll miss the most. Trust me, at eighty-eight I’m old enough to know. I’ve been alone a long time now and that’s the single most thing I miss. It’s not conversation or even a warm body. I like my company but I go out Read more
It’s 10:05 on a Friday night and I’m standing in the longest line EVER at Duane Reade. I just want to get home and peel my Spanx off; not only was that date an absolute waste of time, but I missed getting to Trader Joe’s before closing and now I’ve got to Read more
It’s been eleven weeks since Camilla spoke in a voice above a whisper. The family is growing anxious but Dr. Ruhl assures everyone this phase will pass. Mrs. Hammond-Price refuses to communicate in the hushed tones her daughter insists upon so Camilla doesn’t really talk to her mother. Dr. Ruhl Read more
Pastor Frank has a big voice that thunders through my veins long after I’ve left St. Stevens of the Fields Church. Long after the Sunday linens are ironed and the table set. Long after the final lemon is squeezed for Granmere’s lemonade. The paper cut I got Friday doing my latest collage is Read more
I can’t remember his name but he seems familiar somehow. Vaguely familiar. Everything is vague these days. In truth, it’s been that way for some time. The memory has always been sketchy, except for poetry, I can still recite the Sonnets and pages upon pages of Dickenson and Donne. But Read more
There’s this internet meme of kids giving the meaning of love and this one kid says it’s the way someone says your name, the way your name is in their mouth or some stupid shit like that. My ‘sister’ sent it to me, the quote is basically the equivalent of a Read more
“Wow.” “I know right?” Candace does one of those hip bouncing side to side pirouettes, her hands flipped out like a tutu. “Did they lighten your brows too?” “Duh of course” she says. She gives me a sharp smile flashing her recently straightened, newly whitened teeth. I’m trying to reconcile Read more
“Sabrina you never follow the fucking rules, what’d ‘you expect?” We’re standing ankle deep in stagnant cold water and it’s still rising. It’s less and less yellow. “Are you gonna help me or not? Shit, can you fix it?” She’s getting shrill which means I only have about five minutes Read more