The way I cling to this ranch house with its many useless rooms, for yet another season though my man (and our children) have rooted elsewhere now. Another summer folds into another autumn and it is October 3 again when he was carried out past midnight . ... See more
By day I’m a hummingbird in love with the sun and the garden, flitting from thought to thought to thought but after dark I turn into a woman who sleeps in a bedroom strung with tiny lights (my magical, secret cinema) not to brighten my empty bed but the g... See more
One-legged now, my daughter can still unwrap my gifts without her man’s help. That man—blind in one eye, lame, on dialysis—pushes her wheelchair into the room and locks it in place. He is what mercy looks like in a world ruled by chance. (How did this wom... See more
