Category: Writings

I don’t know how to write about Lily. She exists in two worlds — the world in which I imagine her as the son he…

NOTE: This is an unpublished excerpt of a longer work-in-progress. The address on Manny’s case file was for the only business in what passed for…

“Lady, hey, lady!” I hurried to wrangle the 25 pound tub of cat litter into my car before he could get closer. The parking lot…

Sangre de Cristo Mountains, Santa Fe, NM — Fall 2006 It was dead, that much was clear. Dead, but not bloodied or mangled, which was…

NOTE: This is an unpublished excerpt of a longer work-in-progress. He hadn’t been inside a church since… well, since he’d made himself no longer welcome.…

They tell us we’re all in this together.But some of us will stay home.Some of us will be stranded far from home.And some of us…

This is a box of yellow crayons. They were handed to me by an employee at Target as a free gift a few weeks ago,…

“Introverts” walk between two worlds — not “wild,” but not quite tame, either. The mountains above Topanga Canyon are usually deserted at night, but the…

In pursuit of the secrets of the feminine, I’ve chanted, fasted, dieted, yoga-d, leaned in, let go, held on, sucked it in, let it all…