“It’s bad,” read the text, years ago. Days before, a cloud came over our reality. A few reports in my husband’s inbox forecasted, foreshadowed. Finances in his main business were not good. He wore the weight. We braced ourselves. The landscape...
My emotional rise and fall is determined within the almost-undetectable. The still, small movements of my mind and heart — too fine to be caught by any filter I might employ — are where my greatest battles are fought. And there are two areas of my life...
At twenty-three when every-day demonstrations of this new love we’d uncovered seemed as simple as breath, an extra star on the calendar over February 14th was unnecessary. At twenty-six when we finally dropped “new” in our newlywed existence,...
The project was simple: design a city, in three dimensions. Take childhood wonder and add construction. Glue stick and mini-scissors, your tools: Create. Adult-sized splinters of light through second-grade motor skills. Big vision, tiny architects. It set my mind...
The first sign of inflated dreams may have been couched in “cute.” After my cameo appearance in the local high school’s Annie, I was convinced I was Hollywood-bound. “It’s a rat!” rang through my home for months in varied pitches...
It came from left field. Harsh words in an email. False accusations over text message. Even the other end of the phone line, became a vehicle for dispensing seeming hatred. A string of barely-coherent vile, at least that’s how it felt. The words themselves are...
