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

I can’t tell you if I want to fall in love with one person. That information has not been disclosed to me. I once thought

My phone buzzes like a rude bumblebee on the nightstand as I lace up my boots, pull a distressed, oversized tee over my head, and

Crumbling on the banks of a lake in northern Appalachia sits a cabin that belonged to my grandmother. At this moment, hunched in front of

At a state tax commission meeting in Pittsburgh, Joe stood out among the tax nerds. Tall and lithe with wavy locks that fell across his