All I Can Take
A Sunday Story. “Mom! Come on! Turn it freakin’ down!” My daughter yells this to me. She yells so loudly and with such venom that I am...
Complications
A Sunday story written on a Saturday, and not an easy read. Not an easy write either. Count all of your blessings. She was born eighteen...
Tablecloth
A Sunday Story. I sit at my grandmother’s oblong table, the tablecloth fraying where it hangs over my lap. I touch the thin pieces of...
I Turn Left
A Sunday Story, only it's not Sunday. Her hand. I see it hanging out the driver’s side window. I know it’s her. It’s been eight years,...
Wonder
A Sunday Story, inspired by things that are hard to explain. “He wants to see you,” his mother said simply. And Paula didn’t wonder. She...
She Doesn't Think So
Another Sunday story, sad to write, even more sad to understand it. “Hey everyone! This is my friend Kate. Kate, this is, well,...