Birds birds birds

I think I mentioned that my first word, according to my grandma, was “bird.” I’m sure others will argue with her, but I love it so I’m sticking with it. She used to sing the song “Bye Bye Blackbird” to me – I can remember her bouncing me on her shoulder while she stirred her […] Read more…

Pasta Fagioli – a fun poem

Naked cloves of garlic popping, sizzling. Tomatoes bumping against onions, swirling, spinning in spicy brine. Red and white beans bobbing. Macaroni elbows nudging one another, bubbling up. A turn of the spoon Metal against metal Hot, hot, hot. An orgy of flavors Performing On the electric stage. Read more…

“Cookie”

More than 25 years ago, after my parents divorced, my mother dropped me off at my great-grandparents’ house for the afternoon. I don’t even remember the reason. I do remember walking up the steps to their front door. I remember the paint-chipped stone lions and the brown-bruised magnolia petals strewn along the grass near their […] Read more…

Journey

Written many years ago, when I was in my 20s and when running ruled my life. I do not have a driver’s license. I am 22 years old.  Normally, I rely on friends and relatives to drive me places. Lately, I’ve remained in my house for weeks, feeling guilty and ashamed. I hadn’t even stepped […] Read more…

“Mind”

This one may sound treacly, but it’s from the heart. And the purpose of this work I do is to make myself vulnerable. Here goes. I walk outside Room 121 with a lump in my throat, trying to force the water droplets back into my eyes. I wish I had sunglasses today. This was the […] Read more…

Scenes in my head

People who were born during the 1980’s, before the era of computers, cell-phones, and other high-tech gadgets spent a great portion of their childhoods outdoors.  A typical scene of my childhood during the 1990’s provides an example of this. SCENE IN MY HEAD #1 Long Shot:  Tiny maroon and bronze leaves dance in the brisk […] Read more…

Strange Coffeehouse Conversation

Around 3:15 p.m., a short, sinewy guy—tan skin, probably in his late 20s—walks into a coffee shop packed with teenagers, head down, hands in pocket, shoulders scrunched toward his ears. He’s wearing a knitted navy blue hat and a matching ski jacket. Inside, at a wooden bar to the left, are two teenage girls: one […] Read more…

Dinner at Grandma’s

In my quiet kitchen, I lay my head on my shoulder, close my eyes, and listen: Golden oil crackles in a copper pot,  Crisping bits of egg-dipped chicken. Unpeeled potatoes roll along the countertop, Only to be fluffed up in the famous blue bowl. The stove timer buzzes, Feet clunk down the stairs, Chairs squeak […] Read more…

Welcome to My Mind. Pull Up a Chair.

When I was a cute, gap-toothed seven-year-old with a mullet and crooked bangs, I struggled with writing the alphabet, putting shapes together, drawing figures and coloring inside the lines. According to my early childhood report cards, I was disorganized, scattered, and didn’t know when to stop talking. During class I often wrote silly rhymes, then […] Read more…

There Ain’t No Road Too Long

I am a grown-ass woman, but I’m perpetually obsessed with the same things many 80s millennials love: Care Bears, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Big Bird, and rainbow-colored everything. Our parents can’t believe we still haven’t grown up. For one thing, we were given candy necklaces to suck on while we watched traumatizing cartoons created by […] Read more…