I judge you, dear one. Even though you graciously bow and listen, quietly refuting, every time I do. I judge your thin hair and your pale skin. I judge every ridge, every blemish, everything that’s not quite in place. I try to change you, dear one. I try to squeeze you into spaces you don’t … More Dear, Me
When my mom was 16 years old, she wore her strawberry blonde hair cropped short, donned herself in flared jeans and form-fitting, brightly-colored shirts. She was a child of the 60’s and 70’s, laughing with her friends and posing next to red convertibles in grainy photographs. When my dad was 17, things weren’t much different, … More My Family Notebook
“Wait here,” he gently touched her on her forearm to stop her. She was only 4 years old and getting any closer to the river could be dangerous. She was wearing her pale blue dress and white Mary Janes from the church service earlier; her light brown hair was swept up into a matching bow, … More Back to Where He Came From; a short story
Pay attention to the moments in between when you’re hanging there suspended at the top of your breath, at the top of the roller coaster, no longer moving up but not yet falling down. When you’ve leapt, your legs dangling free in midair, gravity not yet pulling you back to earth. It’s easy to miss, … More Betwixt
“What was it like?” he asked again. She knew he wanted her to tell him the story, but somehow she couldn’t find the words. She sat there, sinking deeper into her chair, and drew in a deep breath. He waited calmly, as usual. “Can I write it?” she asked. She had always been better with … More The descent
It hit her head on, full force, without restraint. All at once she became bigger than herself beyond the boundaries of her own body exploding into space becoming one with the vastness of the universe. Edges and lines can’t, won’t, impossible no longer existed. She faced the fullness of her life felt the potential of … More The limit
Lauren leaned over the table and whispered “the food isn’t all that great, but the waiters are cute.” She smiled and leaned back in her chair taking in the view. “Does that mean you’re ready to date again?” Amy asked, grinning. “Maybe,” played Lauren. She looked a lot happier now, Amy noticed. The friend she … More The most damaging relationship of all
He grabbed his keys and shook them in front of her, “you ready to go?” he asked. She shoved her hands in her pockets and kicked a pebble with her ballet flat, “I guess.” “It”ll be fine, I promise.” He assured her, always having that kind of convincing confidence. He offered her his hand and … More The things she gave him- a short story
A woman, about twenty, quietly enters the waiting room of her doctor’s office. There’s only one other woman in there, quietly reading a magazine. This woman, a little older and a little prettier, bored from waiting, notices this new arrival and takes interest. It’s something better to do than read these pointless magazines, at least. … More Fact and fiction
A Therapist Writes 