I rub sleep from my eyes as I stumble my way toward the kitchen. I can’t remember the last time my alarm woke me before dawn and it’s clear I’ve lost my morning brain. I used to be able to get dressed, pack lunches, check homework and plan a family dinner while overseeing the morning zombie-shuffle of three children and a husband. Now it’s all I can manage to remember where the kitchen is and that’s only possible because that’s were the coffee lives.Read More »
“Water.” Erin spoke without opening her eyes. Her voice rasped and hissed through her dry throat, but Dean could still hear a touch of the old imperiousness underneath.
“Always bossing me around, aren’t you big sister?” he said as he held the straw against her cracked lips. She gave a faint smile before taking a sip. She swallowed rough and slow before opening her eyes to look at him.Read More »
During my Minnesota months, I volunteer as much of my time as possible at Discovery Horse, where my good friends, Sara Sherman and Matt Schwab, have created a safe haven for people seeking connection. One of my favorite jobs on the farm is “horse handling”. In my role as horse handler, I am responsible for inviting the horses into the arena before a session and being present for them as they work. A side-effect of being present for the horses is that I am also present for the work the humans are doing. I have the honor of observing people at their bravest, as they let down their armor and allow themselves to be truly seen. This is a true story (with names and identifying information removed, of course) as seen from my horse handler position.Read More »
He sits in the passenger seat. The weight of their history rises between them like a wall of glass, clear enough to see through, but thick enough to leave them unable to hear one another properly. He is thinking about the past. Mistakes that cannot be unmade. Opportunities that cannot be unmissed.Read More »
At first, Kelly thought her client was passed out. It wasn’t unusual, at this time of night, to find men in the alcove insensible from the levels of alcohol or narcotics in their blood. A closer look revealed that this particular young man wasn’t unconscious at all.
He was crying.Read More »
Tires crunch over gravel
traversing this familiar path
with ease.Read More »
a pitchfork stabs the earth, revealing blackened, shriveled potatoes;
the puck enters the net as the buzzer sounds;
a cheerleading hopeful slumps in front of a list of names;Read More »