ON THE VERGE

Six months ago, a year ago, I don’t have any sense of time anymore, a dear coworker was leaving the library and we sent her off with a littl...

and boys spill inside, playing lightsabers, the battle edging into the new books section, giggling, shouting, one of the boys collapsing dra...

The plants someone else planted, spreading and clumped. The ferns burnt up by the heat. The daylilies flopped over. The black-eyed susans dr...

begins with red raspberries picked off the bush my daughter planted two years ago. It was the height of the lockdown, the plant hardly more ...

It was only for two days. Less than two days really. But it felt like forever. Outside was the hottest day of the year and so humid that the...

I stopped writing this week. No words on my work-in-progress. No words in my every-morning-for-the-past-fifteen-years journal. Writing is ho...

and I don't have a father. I mean, I did have a father, but he died when I was barely out of first grade, so I didn't know him. I ha...