Half my suitcase catches in the wheezing doors of the metro. I panic and pull, while a bot-like female voice urges passengers to step back from the entrances to the trains. The red bulbs blinking adjacent to the tracks blur as I keep tugging. I recall a poster
I am 15 years old and standing in the back yard of a house in Seaford, Long island. It is a four bedroom cape with an above ground pool in the yard. My parents are with a real estate agent and they are discussing the property or rather
I didn’t go anywhere for Thanksgiving this year. My husband and I opted to stay in this year and eat some baked ziti that I made. My bonus kids spent the holiday with his ex-wife, and we’ll be doing our Thanksgiving dinner on Friday. For us, veterans of
A few years ago, I joined a non-profit organization that works for the welfare of underprivileged children in India. It was a surprise to those who knew me, considering my reservations about kids. “I can tolerate them for a couple of hours,” has always been my response to
I watch a man stop, put his head in his hands. His balding head sports a shadow of hair; the street light gleams in the folds of his leather jacket. He stands, head bent, for only a few seconds while I watch from afar.
I love being in my 40s. I have a pass to do whatever I want. It’s also a pass to come into my own and let go of old, dysfunctional patterns. A couple of weeks ago, some friends invited me to come hang out at their house. The next thing
“If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
One way to confront a monstrosity is to pretend that it is perfectly ordinary, like a moth whirring blindly into the glass of a cake display.
Recently, I gained an acquaintance who simultaneously admires my
I am currently 34 weeks pregnant. I am a mid twenty-something millennial, living at home, and pursuing my bachelor’s degree. Although I live at home rent free (a gift I can’t thank my parents enough for) I financially support myself in every other way. I pay my own insurance, car payment,
November 10, 2014 12:17 AM
Subject line: I’m Dying
I have decided I have a blood clot. It started in my leg and has now moved to my lungs. I will likely die in my sleep. If I do, my ghost will visit often and play the sax just for you.