More Essays
Preservation
The room is a whirlpool as the medics move purposefully and do things with scary equipment.
The Cure for Depression
She understood that before one could speak of the renewal of the human spirit, one had to freeze the horror that had degraded it.
Harmony
No other experience in Ireland, not even hearing my name pronounced correctly, made me feel so much at home.
Winter Greens
That singular plant seemed, instead, like a small miracle, or a promise, or a reminder.
The Far Side of the Moon
I thought of how parents and children never really know each other, how we keep specific parts of our lives hidden from view.
You Don’t Know What You Have Here
To this day I cannot tell you who was there, or whether I was supposed to be carting food from inside to the partygoers in the backyard.
Crossing Puddles
I was frequently disillusioned by his refusal to be the proper male lead in my story.
Without Your Father, #57
The words just come tripping from your mouths sometimes because you can’t take one more second of being so damn sad.
At the Edge of the Trailer Park – for Andrea
You define that decade of dream for me, mother-friend, you I hoped to be like when I grew up.
