“I don’t want to go all the way to Chicago with your dad in a box on my lap.” “Where am I supposed to put him? If I put him in the trunk, the box could tip over. Just hold him, it’s not that… Continue Reading “Bringing the Box”
Lying on a plastic sheet, the hair on the back of his head worn away from never sitting or standing up, the blanket of Nicaraguan heat making him small, weak, fatigued, he looked in every direction but at me, his new mother.
You could lose your shirt, your heart, your mind, sacrifice your time and your plan, forget your goals and the order of your day, erase what you thought mattered, end the life you have if you decide to adopt someone else’s baby.
Who wears jeans and why? If I was a boy, I’d wear jeans with a tie. Buff my shoes to a shine, look so fly. Trade suits for jeans, start a fad. Men to boys, go back to the bad. Girls are the same, trapped… Continue Reading “Ode to Jeans”
From my seat at the table, I could see Marla walking across the courtyard with a young woman, probably her foster care case manager. They were walking fast, in step, almost like they were a couple that might be holding hands except Marla was holding… Continue Reading “Heart like a Stone”
From the pay phone attached to the coral stucco wall of the La Jolla Resort, I could see the Chinese lanterns lit over the shuffleboard court, a couple sitting in lawn chairs holding hands and looking out on to the Florida Bay, a rented… Continue Reading “One Answer”
Nothing bad will happen in the daylight. As long as the sun is shining and there’s gas in the car, it will be fine. I just need to keep my mind straight, pay attention to where I’ve already been, get out from under Jack… Continue Reading “Lost”
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” “I’m looking after Bob. Who are you? “I’m Bob’s wife. Bob’s my husband. Why are you here in the ICU? Who let you in?” “Bob did, honey. I met him in the elevator last week and… Continue Reading “Replacement Parts”
It seemed so wrong to tell her that I’d looked up her boyfriend like she’d asked and that somehow more had happened than she’d planned because telling her would make everything different, would tell her she couldn’t trust me anymore, we wouldn’t be smiling… Continue Reading “College Roommate”