i. Hold in your stomach Smile He only does that because he likes you They do not care how smart you are You look so pretty in green ii. That girl, she's had sex You can tell by how she walks the sway in her hips the way she flashes her teeth That girl is … Continue reading Things my mother taught me
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Shadows wane
My mom wasn’t on board with the whole gay thing at first. I never even had to tell her; she overheard me talking to my girlfriend on the phone, and recognized the tone of my voice. “I’m going to consider it a phase,” she told me to my face. “You’ll get over it. Oh, and … Continue reading Shadows wane
All aboard
Almost two years ago, I was sitting at my mother's bedside in her hospital room, putting the finishing touches on a short story. I submitted it from the armchair at the foot of her bed on September 29, 2017; she died twenty-four hours later. On September 10, 2018—almost a year later—my story, "The Siren and … Continue reading All aboard
Stuff and Things
Today I bought a book I don't plan to read. I know, all you minimalists and declutterers out there are gasping in horror, but look--I'm a Taurus. I like my stuff. Even stuff that doesn't spark joy. The book in question is Eight Cousins by Louisa May Alcott. I must have read it twenty times … Continue reading Stuff and Things
News: How to remodel
I am pleased and honored to share that my short essay about my mother, How to Remodel, has been published by the lovely folks over at Dead Housekeeping. About Dead Housekeeping (from their website): When people die we can still clearly picture the way they did things. We don’t remember our departed in a vacuum, … Continue reading News: How to remodel