When I was a kid we had this cupboard under the stairs. It was completely empty even though my mother often complained about the perpetual clutter of the house. There was a metal string hanging from a lightbulb that I’m …
“That’s kind of your thing though” he said, his comment hanging in the air.
“What?” she responded. “Being selfish?”
“Well, yeah.” The moment he said it, she knew the words could not be more true, although part of her body …
Emma had lived in the dorm for six days, five nights, and four hours. Each day built on the next, and the pendulum of her emotions was always in movement. During the first hour she felt free, finally her parents …
One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three. Circular Motion. Circcculllarrrrr motion! I caught myself narrating, a “gift” passed down from my mother. It gave me ease, and patience for the day. As a girl I would sit on her granite bathroom …
“Yes, but why does it need to hurt?”
They stopped swaying to the music, loosened their grasp and separated their bodies. For almost an hour they had been slow dancing in his living room. The only light shining was across …
He addressed her again. An “excuse me!” was bellowed into the circular hole meant to carry one’s voice to the other side of the partition. Still nothing. He had been waiting for her attention for five minutes, hoping to purchase …
I moved to San Francisco on August 31st, 2011. It was an incredibly sunny day, with little wind and few clouds. I had only visited three times before, once as a kid with my family, and twice to visit the …
Sometimes when I put my hands around her ribs, I feel like I might break her. At times it’s because she’s so small — my hands almost fit all the way around her, meeting each other over her stomach. Other …