She’s the most famous person you’ve probably never heard of.
Another awards season has come and gone without any mention of her contributions to any of the media she dominated – vaudeville, radio, TV, movies, theater. Is it because she …
Fay and Jeannie are best friends. You might not know it if you approached them in the hall.
Jeannie would be looking down at the floor, maybe peaking up at you with her head down and her eyes raised. A kind …
I don’t know why I miss my mother so much in the Spring. The easy answer is that she hated the cold and was always so relieved and happy when the crocuses started pushing their way through the earth, sometimes …
They woke us up in the middle of the night, then folded down the back seat of the station wagon and lined the space with air mattresses and quilts. We left when it was dark, the two of them up …
Razor thin Damascus steel rocks heel to tip against the bamboo, slicing through mushrooms, then garlic. I lean back against the opposite counter, top off my coffee.
His shoulders stretch the soft, worn fabric of his grey Avengers t-shirt. The …
I am fairly certain I’m not inclined to be a nudist.
I’m sitting at the kitchen table with my mom, buffing our silver jewelry with a soft cloth, she’s sipping her café with warmed milk; we’re both reminiscing about our …
Beads of sweat trickled down our faces as we frolicked around, celebrating the end of exams. Although there wasn’t much for us to entertain ourselves with, the deserted playground and our wild imagination sufficed. It was the beginning of our …
I had a dream last night that my husband was sitting at the table in the kitchen, eating a meal—I think it was lunch because his plate was rather small—and he looked at me with a confused look on his …
Grandma smelled of Johnson & Johnson’s baby powder. Always. She kept me close as she hummed and sang when she sat in her rocking chair beside the kitchen window with a view to nowhere. Her hands sculpted both armrests, but …
An art teacher once called me retarded. She was criticizing my drawing, but I took the adjective personally.
To be fair, this was in the late 1980s, long before political correctness disallowed that pejorative term for the developmentally disabled. Back …