I awoke to the sun rays slicing through the blinds, my eyes blinking into the new day. I heard his little footsteps before I caught the sheared hair of his head. “Teddy, is that you?” He rose with an early morning smile. It might’ve been sweet were it not for the sharp point of a … More Teddy


I’m at my mailbox, tearing into a letter I’ve been expecting when I turn and find Molly Martinez standing in the road like she’d been expecting it too. It’s funny but not so funny. Because I kind of blame Molly for my predicament here. I mean, if I hadn’t walked into that lab that day…if … More Molly

Dad’s Song

Sometimes I can get Dad to talk about her. Usually, it’s when he’s drunk or well on the way—that rosy time of night when his cheeks flush and his tongue loosens. He’ll set his guitar on his knee, sit back, sweep his thick, curly hair to one side and his eyes will travel back with … More Dad’s Song

The Pep Talk

Tre sat on the trainer’s table, in the shadow of his grandfather’s broad shoulders. His boots dangled freely, swallowing up his scrawny legs, but there was a slugger’s stare in his eyes. Thomas wiped at his grandson’s brow, then scooped up his fists. A drip in a dark corner near the lockers kept time like … More The Pep Talk

Queen Mother

*My entry for the Bloggers’ Bash writing competition*   Many guests arrived for dinner. I shucked oysters, kept the fire, cooked, and made pies. Mrs. Wilks stayed near, in the way, hawking over her ingredients. Serving the courses, it was lively with song and laughter. In the spirit, I allowed myself to smile. “Oney?” Mrs. … More Queen Mother

Thought Litter

“I certainly don’t feel like I’m the same as everybody else.” “What are you, Charley Brown? Come on Garrett.” We were on the hill behind the school, where only a sagging chain-link fence cordoned us off from the blur of passing cars, trucks, commerce, and society in general. Molly lay back, oblivious to dirt or … More Thought Litter