I carry shards of the same broken promise in my pocket to rub against my clawing fingers and remind me…

dedicated to Jean Assy   Always the one driving others to the airport – never the one boarding a plane,…

It’s 9 p.m. and I’m at the dinner table, reaching; for something other than my mother’s words of approval.  She…

She carries it with her wherever she goes— perhaps in a handbag, a purse or a clutch, but sure as…

- Prologue - I fight off sleep at 3:30 in the morning, Nineteen hours straight-counting. The goal is 24-hour support.…

An open balcony, vases, roses, a butterfly dancing. All that. Pristine skies over the balcony and almond flowers on the…

Before you had a name, when you were skin stitched to bone and a pulsing box in the center of…

I curl my toes under my thighbones,begging my own body for some warmth.My trembling toes are colder than the waterthat…