Sure, I could have worked fewer hours, learned to cook, been at your beck and call in the bedroom, desired children less, gone to church willingly, tried to “get it,” and you, more often. But you and I both know it never would have worked out anyway– I never would have moved, and you had… Continue reading No Regrets
We have texted every day since her husband died. It has been over a year now. When her kids took her on a trip, I knew she would not have phone service. So instead, I wrote one card for each day she would be on the cruise; that way, she could pack all her texts… Continue reading For If and When She Needed
I was told I was not a person. I was a trained piece of equipment and would be used as such. You lose your identity there. I was recruit 52 while in training. Later, I got my name back. My first morning back, my dad woke me by yelling and flickering the lights. I stood… Continue reading I remember…
JMB: for firsts, for proving that I could marry, for letting me go. NB: for daily conversation, for taking me back to childhood, for playlists, for the distraction. DB: for allowing me to say ‘no’ to “nice but boring”, for moving on, for nothing. JB: for your honesty, for recognizing the lack there of from… Continue reading ‘B’ thankful
Oh no, they didn’t often comes to mind when a rough draft comes through as ‘final draft’. I cannot tell you often I would stress ‘process’ when teaching composition. I used to post notes, send reminders, lecture, assign readings…everything I knew to do to make sure students understood that the rough draft is and should… Continue reading Getting Students to Love the Revision Process
I just told her the other day – didn’t I? that I no longer had time to write, that the moments would just have to “hit me.” And, there it was, there he was flung over the concrete median blood dripping down his wedding ring finger onto the holiday-trafficked highway an inverted car and smoke… Continue reading Three
I saw you that night – fumbling, trying to locate a place for the temporary, cartoon, bumble bee tattoo. You tried the small of your left wrist, the inside of your arm, the back of your hand. You peeled the back off carefully – each time – expecting it to be there, as a sticker… Continue reading Temporary.