Mom says softly into my ear, her arms around me, “now, I don’t know what you have goin’ on here, but I can see that you have two doors open. You close one before you try walking through the other. You understand me?” “I know.” “I hope so, baby girl....
I’ve peeked at her a dozen times or more on the ride to the store this morning and each time she’s just humming along to the song on the radio and watching the passing scenery as we zip by. “Are you nervous?” I finally ask. “Nah,” she scoffs. “Nerves are for young people. I’m fine, honey. You?” “...
I have things to get done. Be back. –D It wasn’t exactly how I wanted to start the day, but at least I slept in his arms last night. I really shouldn’t complain. He said he’s trying and I believe him. It’s just going to take a while for him to get there, like Grams said. In the meantime, I’ll giv...
- Herman Melville, Moby Dick I’M HANDING CADE A PACK of dried potato slices when terror rips through me. It’s like a thousand jagged shards of glass driving deep into my brain. My hand crushes the pack, blasting Cade in the face with a cloud of pulverized spuds. I ignore his cry of surprise, the ...
This feels so formal. I’ve never really been to a meal this fancy. The array of flatware before me is daunting and it’s all I can do to not slouch down in defeat. The server sets steaming plates of food in front of us and while this meal will probably be the best meal I’ve ever eaten, food isn’t ...