Jack walks back in the trailer with a little box of gentle blue; larger than your usual eggs, richer too, he says. Says hen’s eggs are for any…
Puffs of breath, like wisps of dreams unspoken, float off Quinn’s bottom lip. He’s singing silent. Singing to himself like he always does — like…
When my mother died, she became my God. Whenever I prayed before, it was always to something or someone I couldn’t quite grasp. Sure…
I had you too young. I wasn’t meant to be a mother so soon, but I chose it for myself. Don’t ask your father about this, he wouldn’t…
I remember redwood picnic tables, still wet from the rain on a Sunday morning before the dogs and nude sunbathers…
A re-telling of “Mo Takes a Wife”
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The rising sun, a red ball set in a hard grey sky, painted the tips of the ocean waves all the way to the water’s edge. Everything…