353 1 1
|
At one time, my father's smile was as wide as a lakebed. It was tight-lipped, but soft, as he held me in his arms as a baby. I was swaddled in a mint green blanket that would later become my comfort on nights when thunder roared…
|
1211108
|
Satchmo sings a love song over the sound system. People read books, tap keyboards, drink coffee, eat cake. In Barnes & Noble—more a coffee shop these days than a bookstore—I am thinking about my dad and his stomach cancer.The terror he…
|
6871313
|
|
117866
|
Age Eight: Custody battle. Reassure your worried mother that it’s alright, this will give you something interesting to tell your children one day. Until now, life has been very vanilla.
|
32922
|
Like the tent of blankets pitched over my soon-to-be bald spot,
Breathing in my carbon dioxide,
Figuring out how sex works,
Chafing to death in solitary.
|
600
|
a nightmare where I find out they're disowning me
|
75622
|
The man and the woman ate dinner together as they did most nights. It had become a habit over the years, back when they had children. Their lives were busy yet they always found time for one…
|
75733
|
I grew up in a little red house filled with books. Both of my parents love to read, and the proof piled up in every room. Current books in the bedroom. Books from the last ten to twenty years in the living room and kitchen. Old books from their childhood and college days on…
|
70833
|
sometimes i have to be in the other room
just so i can breathe easy away from you.
|
