The end of summer never makes me sad. Maybe it’s because I hate the heat, and my pasty complexion has never done anything other than…
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The Buick scraped the curb and stopped in front of the Goodwill store off Dunlap Avenue. Mom pointed to the sign in the window —…
January has always been my least favorite month—it is anticlimactic in its entirety. My first born was due on January 31st and I hoped…
“ONE DOLLAR AND EIGHTY-SEVEN CENTS. That was all. She had to put it aside, one cent and then another and then another, in her…
Dear Reader — It’s been a year since the loss of my father and (eleven days later) my sister-in-law. In remembrance, I’m posting this (shortened…
(circa 1974) Aleah loved coming to market with Mama – at 9 she could already prepare Assyrian jeweled rice, a basmati rice with noodles topped…
The first three years of our marriage I waited for him to announce his departure, my warts and secrets having been revealed. The scrappy bunion…
Imagine an August afternoon so hot even a glass of icy fresh-squeezed lemonade couldn’t quench your thirst, where your skin felt both on fire and wet…
She placed her arms around my neck as I edged her off the mattress toward the bedside commode. “What’s taking so long?” she whispered. I’m…
The office phone’s voicemail light blinks at me. Three more messages to return, then I can go home. I pick up the next patient chart…