She spoke no Spanish, and only a little English. I spoke both, but no French. Her realm was that of Parisian cafes and refined apartments. […]
Mrs. Janssen
There was a dusting of snow on the street below as she gathered up the last of the papers. They had been stashed in every […]
Dollhouses
The whole apartment seemed to be covered in a layer of sawdust. I remember my father’s sawhorse set up in the middle of our marbled […]
Because of 2020
Because of 2020, I hold community close. I linger in conversation and settle deep into moments of connection. I write letters, send texts, type emails. […]
Cardboard Christmas
“They deserve so much more,” she lamented, turning to her husband over the small kitchen table. “They deserve all the world,” he reached for her […]