Mom’s work schedule had changed. She wasn’t home much and often sleepy even when she was around. Twelve-year-old-me wrote a letter saying I missed her,

The joy in Billie’s eyes reflected the warm, low, glow of the candles on the tables. Vince wanted only to gaze at her – to

I sit beside sorrow heading crosstown, eyes straining to catch the address through iridescent drops pelting the windshield. I step off the tram and climb

I lounged on the black leather couch, legs lazily reclined before me and fingers busy with a ball of yellow string and a silver crochet

A party for my wife’s 34th birthday.  I dance with the woman I crazily love.  Is this why I threw the party?  Back-up fiddles swirl:

“Isn’t this great, sweetie, inside Cinderella’s Castle? You love her story about the glass slipper I’ve read to you a hundred times.” David pointed. “See

I grew up on a farm that stretched a mile in all directions. The stench of wet manure after a heavy rain, the chafe of

The first thing I noticed was the improper knot on his tie. He chose a large knot. It doesn’t fit. Every other man at the

I burned all her letters. After 45 years, I burned all her letters. She was in love with love. I was in love with her.

I’m spreading thin-cut marmalade on thick-sliced Mother’s Pride when you slam out of our High Barnet bathroom in your dressing gown. Although you insist with

“Naked?” I asked. “Well, yeah.” I glanced around the sparsely populated bistro before leaning close to Sam. “I’d be nervous. I don’t know …” “I

STELLA LEFT MY BED when the first pale hint of light appeared in the window. Whenever she stopped by on her way to somewhere, we

The man beckons to the girl standing by the curb. He’s parked at a reckless angle—leaning from the passenger window. She looks past him watching

Jenny Teague carried her luggage onto the mid-row car of the southbound train and settled in a window seat. The train passed suburban houses with

‘Mind your time,’ my dad phones to warn me an hour before we leave for the airport.  ‘Bloody right-wing rioters – there’s diversions everywhere. Maybe