I’m feeling a bit tipsy after a margarita, almost too good tequila, and a beer before that and the freak thunderstorm this morning, though why it’s called freak when they mean surprise I want to know, and I’ve been reading about the saints. I want to know them too—if anything is to be called an aberration it’s the death of… Read more →
I can see by the fresh startle in my grandmother’s eyes that she’s slipping from this earth. All my words float up and pop like bubbles before she can grasp the luster of their meaning. When I mention the needlepoint crafts she used to make, my grandma looks confused, shakes her head like she can’t imagine. My voice rises against… Read more →
One day my mother forgets to tell me my father is dying. This never comes as a surprise. To be born is to leave one body of water for another. To be a daughter is to warn someone before I go to apply for a passport, drugstore lighting the face of a different version of my face. The overnight bus… Read more →