A Mother’s White Lies My mother lied to a grieving lady. She baked a loaf of bread and drove straight to the mourner’s house. At the...
A Message Outside My Window I was sitting at my kitchen table, mulling over the reality of my life after the death of my beloved husband,...
Strange Delight for a Stranger We matched on Tinder in April 2020. Both quarantined alone, 2,500 miles and 25 years apart. She texts, “Do you want...
No Match for a Mud Puddle We met at the employee Christmas party at a place where I didn’t work. Open bar. We traded lipstick colors...
The Words I’d Been Waiting For The word “love” was not in his vocabulary. Hugs made him tense. He was critical of his children, but bragged...
No Match for a Mud Puddle We met at the employee Christmas party at a place where I didn’t work. Open bar. We traded lipstick colors...
