More in Less
Richard Wagamese wrote One Native Life. I am impressed with his seemingly easy acceptance of folded identity inside his humanity. He...
Broken Summer
Empty shelves bar the rainbow Summer sent to bed. I licked bell jars’ jagged edges ‘til tomato salted scars formed across my head. A...
Happy Birthday To(o) Me!
During the only year I stayed in Antigua of the ten I lived in Guatemala, I bought a dress for a special dinner. The material puffed...
Mother's Milk
Each morning during Peace Corps I brewed coffee in a chipped carafe. I never wanted it before. I never liked its dreary heat. Shining...
I Always Loved Love Stories but. . . Life Beyond Genre Romance
I always loved love stories, I think. I wanted my life to be a love story, I thought. As part of a Reader’s Advisory initiative at...