I’ll never forget my mother’s last words to me as I left for school that morning. She referred to the debate the day before, when the United States President reminded us that we are all brothers and sisters, saying “Being different can mean long or short hair, freckles or not. Our differences are what create […]Read more "Segregation Ends Here"
A typical Thursday afternoon, I drove the car home with my 10-year-old daughter singing to the rhythm and rhymes of Trolls’ soundtrack. She insisted on singing duet-style with her role as Anna Kendrick, leaving me with the tenor portion of Justin Timberlake. If it was a romance song, I’d have to think twice, but this […]Read more "Cat and Mouse"
Two men from the stand marched down the stairs, carrying the crate into the parting crowd. Everyone rotated, in turn, and watched the men as the sea of people parted, swallowing the men up, gaping. The wave continued until the men stopped in front of Olivia. She didn’t move.Read more "The Auction"
The last terror any American family could imagine, but this family is prepared. The question remains as to if there are situations of which the ending cannot be predicted. The alarm screamed through the neighborhood alerting everyone within a naked mile with a high-pitched wail of the war invading our town. Within seconds, the only light […]Read more "Family Time"
The coolness of the morning air invades my throat and leaks down into my lungs, giving a strange sense of freedom. The stuffy place we live in doesn’t allow for clean air, as there’s only one place for air to come in or escape—our singular door. Some mornings the dense air in our neighborhood causes […]Read more "Now and Then"
A stranger’s voice crept out of my throat in a raspy whisper. “Oh my God,” the sound edged out of the depths of a mother who didn’t really want to know, “Who did this to you?” I wanted her to tell me it was a joke, and then I could tell her I changed my mind about Fluffy. I would have said “yes” for this to be a prank.Read more "The Good, the Bad, and the Deadly"
“Just who do you think you are?” the woman’s voice sounded panicked and desperate as she whispered in my ear. “Whoever you are, you didn’t come prepared.” In my twenties, lying face down on the sandy brown and white Berber carpet of the living room, the woman on my back dug her knees into my […]Read more "Turn Up the Crazy!"