So, I uh, got married the day after Christmas.  For health insurance. It was cold as balls that morning, and we had to wait outside

1. What’s it like to be so loved? I ask my sister this. I don’t like it when you ask me that, she answers, and

He felt content within his surroundings and didn’t like straying far from home. He found solace in the comfortable blue chair in the living room,

As a child, my mother used to work nights. Hating to see her go, I would employ a series of desperate stall tactics. “If you

 But if you say just one word I’ll stay with you… — Saint Claude, Christine and the Queens.   It didn’t take you long to figure

Mama and I have a code for when we’re apart: SA—separation anxiety. We named it recently. I have carried it since I was a little

In a continuing effort to downsize, I now turn my attention to the record collection. Without a working stereo in the house, it is “low

There are messages I have written to you that do not exist anywhere. Not in my phone, not in my inbox, not even in the

The chalk words, “Mom, come home,” have faded from the sidewalk, and the tents have slunk, along with the coyotes, back to the wash. We

My husband couldn’t resist stretching a handful of my hair and letting it go to watch it roll up like a party horn. He loved

“Remember this when you doubt how much I love you,” my husband says.   We are naked. Scott is standing at the foot of our queen-size

“All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.”

Mama always tells me there’s nothing in this life worth crying for, but she cries every time I leave and every time I come back.

It burned my shoulder, having spat out from a small red flame. A small hole in my shoulder, all black and charred around the edges.

The day I learned that I thought about women differently, Nora Hannon scurried into math class, her face buried in her binder. Nora was a