Darkness bleeds from the walls as I step from bright daylight into the house of death. The hovering ghoulish odour of mortality chokes me. A fierce battle of fight or flight takes place during that one step. Lucky for me, fight wins.
Haircuts and Cracks
Relentless nagging from a determined ten-year-old finally gets her a trip to the beauty parlour, wad of damp cash in hand, to have her long tresses cut shorter than a Peter-Pan Bob.
Dust Pan Memories
The gadget in the photograph is fifty years old if it’s a day, a wonderful hand-me-down dust pan given to us by an elderly cousin, now of blessed memory. Every time I use it, I think of this sweet, sweet man, a Holocaust survivor who lost his entire family to Hitler.
The Outer Limits
I drove the car gingerly, carefully, as recently licensed drivers do. My boyfriend, soon-to-be husband, sat in the passenger’s seat. He could not yet drive, a curious situation for a nineteen year old Black man in Baltimore. He would not learn to drive for years – after we were married and built a home in […]
Nine One One
I heard the screech first, then the thump. Instinctively I looked to where the noise came from and saw a body arc through the air, then another thump. “OH MY GOD!” I yelled, “OH MY GOD!” Then something triggered in my brain. I stopped yelling and reached for my phone.
The Guitar Lesson
A beautiful vignette by Martha Farley about what it felt like to watch someone become consumed by their passion.
Mud Pies And Rain Dances
Guest Author Martha Farley looks back to simpler times growing up in a suburb and reminds us never to lose touch with the child within us.
The Waterslide
Our Guest Author, Kelsey Morgan takes us back to the middle of summer and perhaps our childhood in her poetic description of conquering one’s fears to embrace adventure.
Soccer Practice
Susan Ivory gets a snapshot of life when she walks the perimeter of her daughter’s soccer field.
Tripping
Sometimes our lives are marked by events and sometimes events mark our lives. Michael Lebowitz writes about a Thanksgiving memory that has left an indelible footprint on his mind. It was cold. Damn. I had just moved into a new house. Blue walls, Day-Glo mandalas, no legged couches and a general sense of the ending of […]
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