Some years before, I had moved to a coastal town thinking that fortune smiled on writers in picturesque places.
When we live our lives on the edge, with no regard for how we conduct ourselves or how we treat our mates, it’s no surprise that consequences usually follow.
Wandering endless bleached earth.
My father’s funeral was on a Tuesday, on my mother’s birthday.
I wish you hadn’t helped me last year.
When I was a pre-teen my cousin would ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
I waited in line at the grocery store and stared at the tabloid magazines.