Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Stephanie’s right hand was stuck inside the door of a baby blue Lexus. While she was in no pain—that would come later—she couldn’t wiggle her fingers. She worried they’d no longer be three-dimensional once the door opened again. In the front seat, the grownups talked with an easy camaraderie about Read more
Pulling out, Johnny almost hits the old nun. Her blue habit flapping in the breeze. The sun catching the stubble on her chin, the deeply etched creases in her forehead. Her mouth is a dark oval of terror and time stops. Her feet don’t move. I wonder, did she see Read more
We find it too late. Its beak, a delicate sword, stuck in our patio screen. It should be buzzing, vibrating. Searching for the sweetest sip inside every flower. But the busy wings are silent. Stilled. We are busy too. Home for only a few moments between errands. “She’s dead?” My Read more
As the automatic doors swished open, my mother began her search. The grocery store’s bakery was on our immediate right. Mom zeroed in on her target, pushing her shopping cart toward a plain woman in a peacock blue trench. To keep up, my short legs moved double time. Mom’s high Read more
We are sun-baked in the sand, hand in gritty hand, when you ask me, “What’s your favorite season?” Expect me to say—Here. Now. No moment could be better than this secret summer, with you my lover. (It took us nine hours to drive here). Instead, I speak truth: “It’s winter.” Read more
Dictionaries are filled with words used to insult women: whore, tart, and tramp, for starters. But no word equals slut for its power to degrade and wound one half of the population. Interestingly, there’s no male equivalent of the word slut. –Trish Bolton It’s my firm belief that every party Read more
