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Rose Petals

She stayed practical and mostly quiet throughout the day, helping load the car for the beach and silently cutting the crusts off our bologna sandwiches, the detritus of an unhappy marriage.

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The Five Stages of Being Cut from the Varsity Soccer Team

The Five Stages of Being Cut from the Varsity Soccer Team

During the water break, you found your place between chalky goose turds in the spiky grass. No teammates talked to you, not even your friends.
Notes from the Threshold

Notes from the Threshold

You don't need a map to find your bearings. You only need to notice which way your heart is already pointing. What still feels true when everything else feels negotiable.
Monkey Bars

Monkey Bars

Whatever is in that closet is the final tether to the daughter I once had before she went no-contact.
Chronology of an Afro

Chronology of an Afro

Kinky field of black pink-stemmed daffodils. Cornrows planted in dreamland.
And So We Walk

And So We Walk

Such women walked before, each in their own way, their own time.
On Other Shores

On Other Shores

I’m humbled by a grace that continually reminds me of how very deep all our lives run, the need for acceptance, the distance we’ve come and have yet to go.
Epiphany

Epiphany

I’d spent a lifetime keeping a mental tally of all the things that my mother did not teach me.
Selective Hearing: Now Available in Bluetooth

Selective Hearing: Now Available in Bluetooth

I’m starting to think selective hearing isn’t a problem as much as an evolutionary advantage.  
The Buzzcut: A Story of Rebellion and Self-Discovery

The Buzzcut: A Story of Rebellion and Self-Discovery

But at thirteen, all I saw was someone who made a buzzcut look like poetry.
The Frankenstein Bike

The Frankenstein Bike

Bike, for me, meant one step closer to Me, to Adult, to Man, but I didn’t know how to explain this to her.
25 Weeks

25 Weeks

There’s also the question “Is your stomach larger?” to which I wish to retort “Am I pregnant or not?” and “I’ll let you know if I miscarry in which case
Newly Repaired

Newly Repaired

Life doesn’t have an Undo button, but this felt a little like a reset. A restoration. Providence.