Home was an apartment on the first floor of his parents house.  Our own separate entrance–keys and everything.  A house from the Victorian era, its ghost stories left me unsettled.  Always I felt the eyes of someone watching.  Once I even heard the cries of a babe no one could explain. I was sixteen and… Continue reading haunted

Ever more

There was this one curve in the road, at least a quarter-mile long.  The speed limit was lower on that length of the road, square yellow signs with arrows guiding you around. It was November and my baby girl was taped, tubed and bundled in the hospital I left behind.  It was cold but bright. … Continue reading Ever more

through the cracks

Within the confines of these walls there live five who look to me–who depend on me.  The weight of assurance they rest on my shoulders, as if by some irrevocable decree I am and I know and I can and I will. if not me, then who? There is no room for doubt here, in… Continue reading through the cracks

the teensiest pieces

Our caps were black.  And our gowns, too.  The only color to break up all that dark hung in the threaded teal lines of our tassels.  And the chintzy gold ’94 emblems that hung like a proclamation alongside. It stung like a sham.  That wasn’t my year.  Those weren’t my people.  Not even my school. … Continue reading the teensiest pieces

when hearts go walking

My oldest daughter, Torri, (then 17) got her license in October.  Up to that point, I had been the one sitting next to her in the passenger seat as she “practiced” her driving.  But then that flimsy little piece of plastic came along and deemed her capable of going it alone.  And that she did. … Continue reading when hearts go walking

She Doesn’t Know

I was driving. My four-year-old, Jayce, was buckled into his booster behind me. “Mommy,” he said. “Why doesn’t Cassie know how to tie? I tie stuff all the time.” He does.  Lengths of “rope” (scarves) are among his most valuable treasures.  Should you ever find yourself in my house you’d better beware; you could happen… Continue reading She Doesn’t Know