“You’ve got to take me,” she said, reaching across the table and taking my hand; “I need to go.” It was getting harder all the time for me to keep the pain from showing. My Lorraine, Lord bless her. I didn’t want that on her conscience, not on top of everything else.Read More
Rescue nothing but the fierce wings fluttering on the horizon—or our clamoring words above the abyss—in the end: bow to the radiance of la boca—sweat beading on the upper lip. Ultimately, we are only the meager cohorts of...Read More
If I am lucky, he will gently rest his head in my palm for a chin scratch. In those moments of treaty, he is no longer the alien invader in our house. Mom smiles down at him and then back up at me. She is happy, and the borders of my fear begin to subside.Read More
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