December Stories

I decided to surprise friends. After giving them a “maybe” to a drinks invitation, they would never expect me to turn up. They wanted to take the new streetcar, which I should adore, but don’t. A streetcar is me being out of control. A car is me being able to flee home. So I cleverly […]

bird

Saturday morning friends circled my dining room table and folded origami birds. It is heavenly to be in a room with care-full people. Not careful, but full of care for the world, and full of care for each other. Our Mardi Gras theme this year is birds, so I am reading about birds, doctoring pictures […]

unhistoric acts

My dad goes in for a memory test. He thinks he didn’t do well. I could hold this test down and punch it until it passed out, gushing blood from its nose, and sorry. Our identity, mine, my mom’s, my dad’s, rests on being the smart one, the clever one, the one who goes faster, […]

the sun with eyes closed

My dad said, “Your car looks great!” My dad cares about cars being clean, and in my middle age, I have begun to care, as well. The previous week I had crowned my Friday work day with a trip to the car wash, where I sat and imagined the spouts and flaps were monsters with […]