I am still too scared to tell most people that I’m a writer. Even now, I want to hit delete and erase the words. There’s…
Still
I show a picture of my negative COVID test and put my face near the screen, my black mask covering half of it. I get…
The House
We pull up next to AZ, my grandparents’ old farm store. The windows are broken, the first floor mostly hidden by overgrown bushes. I can…
Thirty-Five
I have always looked young. Growing up I was the shortest in my class and people thought my younger sisters were older than me. As…
Dear J.M.
We’ve never met, but I went to your funeral. I was twenty-one and my husband and I were still dating. It was a cold February…
Wind Chimes
The wind chimes in my garden are above the roses and every time I hear them I think of my husband’s maternal grandma. They were…