Archive for November 2013
Fishnet Stockings and Thanksgiving
Photo credit to Adam Croh, “Walking on the Snow” I didn’t see that she was crying. It was the ripped fishnet stockings that grabbed my attention. The stumbling young girl in a black mini skirt navigated the slippery snowy sidewalk in heels. A large grapefruit-sized hole bared her right thigh to the freezing morning air.…
Read MoreHey, You! (Yes, You… The Word is Out)
A light powder of snow dusts the deck, reflecting white in the darkness, and cars from the six pm rush-hour whirr by on the road outside. Vivaldi violins and strings crescendo suddenly from the internet radio here, and muffled bath noises pinpoint my five year old’s position. Hey you, friend? Yes, YOU. (Smiling over here…
Read MoreWhat a Middle Eastern Man Would Tell You
She smiles to herself as she scrolls pages on her laptop, a Mona Lisa mystery, this stranger in a coffee shop. Black- and green-garbed coffee baristas tamp espresso grounds and make machines hum and hiss. They hand me a tall dark roast coffee and a warmed-up chocolate croissant. Condensation beads on the windowsill beside me,…
Read MoreA Cosmic Wager: A Dare Thrown Across the Galaxies
And that’s the cosmic wager. A dare thrown across the galaxies, between two ethereal spirit beings. Like dice in a cup, the stakes are set, and humanity tumbles into the bowl. With swift inhales, the invisible spirit world leans in for a better angle. Before this, the parameters were set. Striding into God’s throne room,…
Read MoreThrough Glass-Panes, Army Fatigues, and Deepening Twilight
He arrives with a familiar ta-da-da-ta-dah tapping on the door, and there’s no mistaking that capped man through the glass door. My dad steps inside, his dark cap matching his black chaplain jacket. “Dad, hi! Come on in.” I jump down the stairs, kick stray shoes off to the side, and hug him. “The house…
Read MoreHow Do You Live Without Regrets?
“Jen, do whatever it takes to rearrange your schedule and make it happen. It may well be your last chance.” The email finds me late one night, as insomnia stalks me. Curled up in the corner near an outlet, I’m reading emails after midnight. Blue light from the ipad casts a blinding glow across my…
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