“Okay,” I said. “I’m finking,” he said, “of something that has feathers and wings and a beak.”  He peered at me, eager, excited, anticipation tracing across his features.  Would Mama

It happened the other night. There I was, scrabbling around in my handbag, trying to find the Chapstick. Digging, digging, blood pressure rising… From the bowels of the closet, this

I didn’t know when I said “I do” that what I was really saying was, “From here on out and forever more, I am no longer just a cheerful, carefree

For me, it was the Chapstick.  That’s all I wanted, rummaging there in my purse.  Oh, that purse… “I need a new one,” I’d said to The Mister months ago

Quiet, kind, the man with the healing hands said, “I’ve always thought that was a component of it for you.” Huh. Really?  Stress turned physical, tightening muscles, pulling bones, causing

Like a coal, glowing, it rests just there in my chest. Days later, I feel its warmth whenever my thoughts go back… From far-flung states, they’d come. From a far-off