She Doesn’t Want to be Called a Human

I must admit, I was incredibly selfish before I had my daughter. As many—too many…

Making Our Own Weather

Pyrocumulus clouds rise above fires that burn with special intensity. The clouds are multi-colored—shades of…

We Were Warned

I remember every moment of my mother’s fury—rare, but terrifying—when she felt that her children…

Spaceship

The unmasked lead their gaggles of unmasked children into Target. They walk out pushing red…

Seasonal Affective Disorder

There’s a certain smell I associate with fall, a crispness that carries melancholy. These fleeting…

Unconscious

“I gift you two worlds, this dance, this arrival to yourself regardless of the thousand…

Prime Coats

In 2006, I sat with the physician in my pickup truck in the Baton Rouge…

Climate Refuge

When Hurricane Irene pummels upstate New York in the summer of 2011, we are there…

brunch with ama, the teacher & the imp

my head because if she’s going to eat with us she needs a nickname & she has to be our friend. one woman is the imp-