The Middle Ages
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Why I Write
I write because describing a raindrop or a cloud helps me feel less anxious about the storm.
So Long, Femur, It's Been Good to Know You
The old woman's socks catch my eye as soon as she lowers herself into the chair. They are detergent-commercial white and covered with small, cheerful ladybugs. In a room whose decor can best be described as Upscale Institutional, such whimsy seems an act of rebellion. I smile with appreciation, but h… Read full post »
A Man Who Was Sometimes Good
This morning I looked out the window and saw an ambulance, the sheriff and two emergency vehicles. I didn't see them take him away, but I soon learned Don was dead.
I moved here 12 years ago. Although the neighborhood was a little more bedraggled than I was used to, I liked… Read full post »
My Terrible Memoir
I've been scared for a decade that I'll die without writing a book. My book. Any day now, I could be hit by a bus or diagnosed with a terminal illness. I imagine myself on my deathbed in an agony of regret for my lack of discipline, for my stupid terror of… Read full post »
Picking on Myself
Mrs. Carpenter took hold of the sleeve of my blue acrylic sweater and marched me to the front of the room. Too terrified to make a sound, I mimed “I’m sorry” in the general direction of the waste paper bin beside her desk. This would not do. Mrs. Carpenter was a… Read full post »
Please, Give Me a Sign
I was 15 when the boy I desperately wanted to call my boyfriend asked me to hold his penis while he peed. I’d been waiting all summer for him to give me a sign that he liked me, and while none of my romantic daydreams had… Read full post »

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