Too Fat to Fit We drove 300 miles to the Iowa State Fair–Ian, Leo and me. Planned to stay with Sis, so we did. Next day we walked. Ate things ... Read more
The Ring Traffic whizzed by; she waited at the café table. Running her fingers through her gray hair, she recalled. “You’re so beautiful,” Angelo had said, frowning. “Why do you ... Read more
Ester My mother died when I was thirteen years old. Never mind that my father died the same day-he shot her twelve times and then turned the gun on himself. ... Read more
Why be a Pen Woman? This conversation with two Iowa Pen Women who wrote Mary & Me: A Lasting Link Through Ink together, says it all! The length of the ... Read more
Black Feather Not four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie, but rather thousands, falling from the sky in Arkansas. Drum fish decomposing in adjacent waterways. All gone. And now ... Read more
I am a Bubble Sometimes easily burst, other times, not. I can linger around and just float into space, without direction Or I can land heavily and drop onto someone ... Read more
In or Out? From his wheelchair, Bob reached for the doorknob and dropped his hand. Jay, his caregiver, leaned over his shoulder. “Aren’t we going in?” “I can’t face them.” ... Read more
That Sounds Better Summer in the Hampton’s: nine year old Jack, his Grandpa Tony, Grandma Peggy and I are in the living room of the rental house. Grandpa Tony says, ... Read more
Postcard #1 The second time the waiter spilled soup in Archibald’s lap, he ended up with bouillabaisse stains on his pinstripes. The waiter—he’d better succeed next time—was positively abject with ... Read more
BETWEEN DUTY AND DEVOTION Sitting with John, my mind reflects back fifty years to the day of our marriage. A hot August day in Maryland, sweating in his Navy uniform, ... Read more