“1940:
The long, endless lines waiting for trains taking you—perhaps to safety.
Is there safety?
Déjà vu Time warp.” #poetry
Category: Non Fiction
You Were Here
It’s quiet, and because Lindsay’s only one of three workers in the warehouse, she doesn’t have to wear a mask. Though she probably should, to protect herself from the dust and musty smell that comes off the used books. The smell didn’t bother her, as it felt old, familiar, and comforting. Lindsay prefers the graveyard…
The Myth of Home Leave
Modified version originally published in Prometheus Dreaming. The specific place of home leave is “the place to which the staff member had the closest residential ties during the period of his or her most recent residence in the home country.” For me that place is New York City. And as an expat who has been…
Facing Ageism in a Pandemic
It’s never too late to do anything…except when you’re in a pandemic. Right? #agemism #pandemic
My Birthday in Lockdown
Social distancing side-effects.
Big Girl Pants
After my unplanned pregnancy at age 43, I found myself in a very uncool and apparent state of change. I could. Not. Find. Pants. That. Fit. I had been shopping for hours, looking for pants I could stretch across my postpartum form and that would improve my shape and restore some of my body confidence…
Not the Narnia You Read as a Kid
Parents, keep an eye on your kids!
Friend of Heart
#BFF is more than just a hashtag and a selfie.
Return of the Omnivore: Thoughts of an Ex-Vegan
While vegan, I was convinced that it was the key to optimal health. I thought eating plant-based foods would transform me into a ‘better’ version of my former self. My desire to become vegan was to improve the quality of my skin and to become stronger mentally/emotionally. During the first year, my skin appeared to…
Ghost Ranch
When it’s not a big deal…but it really is. #confrontation #friendship
The Best You Could
“Good morning. This is Alicia from Lake Serenity Nursing Home, and I’m trying to reach Kate Watts.” “This is she.” Her eyes darted to the right in an air of suspicion. “How can I help you?” “Great,” she sighed. “I’m so glad I reached you. I’m calling on behalf of Eunice Brown. She’s asked me…
As I Hold His Hand
I kneel down to tie the laces on his shoes. Again, he’s in those brown loafers, the ones which he insists on wearing daily, no matter their shabby condition. Hesitantly, he gets up from the chair. He stands almost erect as his back seems a little stiff today. The small red tote bag on the…
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