It was Christmas Eve. Tori sat in her twenty-year-old Toyota Corolla and tried to take deep breaths. Her shift at St. Agnes’s Center for Nursing…
November
The frost has come and gone. My dahlias are diminished to blackened leaves above ground, but under the earth there are fat tuber clumps. I…
Writer
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…
Summer’s End
It is the first week of school and there is a heat wave. It has been a relatively mild and rainy summer and the blistering…
Blueberry Buckle
3/4 cup sugar. 1/4 cup oil or shortening. 1 egg. Mix thoroughly I line up the ingredients on the kitchen island. It is quiet, my…
Haze
It has been a hazy month, but today is the worst. Today the smoke settles over the city, blotting out the sun. I feel like…
Some Thoughts About May
And just like that, the snow is gone. We shed our winter coats, sometimes needing a sweater, sometimes needing shorts. The allium that I planted…
Eighty-Five
It is eighty-five degrees in April. At my in-laws’ lake house it feels like summer. We shed our sweaters and boots, trading them out for…
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…
March
I think I’m excited for spring but I’m not sure. There are days that I feel hollow, as if winter has scraped out my insides.…