Turning sideways, no one could see the little hole in the hem of her favorite dress. Sometimes the other kids would make fun of her when they noticed her clothes up close. Not always clean, not always in the best shape, she was painfully aware of which posture to take in each of her three… Continue reading Un Thankful
The invisible wall of generation usually keeps me on my side of the courtyard on Sunday mornings. Right after church, however, the central coffee station is a hustled mixture of young and old. And there the coffee flows, not quite quick enough for some of us. Waiting in line, we pass friendly smiles and sweet… Continue reading Patient Discontent
It was only the second drink. Sloshing spinning slivers of silvery ice. Two pieces swimming just beneath the surface. Swirling around in synchrony glassed in an endless circle. A tiny shake from his fingers almighty kept them timelessly turning around each other. They crash into each other from time to time, bludgeon themselves against the… Continue reading Drunk for the Angels
She didn’t really know which direction to walk. Just had to walk. Clouds covered only a piece of the sun, burning on her left shoulder. She wanted her sweater, not just to shield the sun, but to cover, swaddle, pull together the uncontrollable thoughts making her head dizzy. Walk forward, no matter where that led… Continue reading How Can She Know the Way?
Cinderella. Sleeping Beauty. Princes and Princesses. There is a longing need to be a part of a fairy tale. We heard them when we were children. We may have seen a Disney movie or two. Somewhere along the line a gripping tale of good and evil, innocent and guilty, damsel in distress and prince on… Continue reading Girls Need a Fairytale