I walk out to my kitchen. The cold floor tiles numb my bare feet, but I stand at the sink for a moment. I’m avoiding things. A pile of things. I reach over for my stainless steel french press. The plunger makes a metallic zing when I remove it from the carafe. Oh, yes, I’m … Continue reading The Depths of Procrastination
Non-Fiction
Our Maine Adventure
One of our first adventures was going to Maine with my boyfriend's sister. We had been dating about four months at that point and the invitation came at the last minute. Although we had tickets to go to Little Women in Ithaca for that same week, we chose a week of Acadia over a night … Continue reading Our Maine Adventure
Road trip Happenstance
In Pottsville PA, we find a town that has been poured into the narrow crevice between two hills. The road snakes at the bottom of this crevice among houses stacked three stories high and sitting hip to hip. The front porches look like balconies as they rise above concrete walls rimming the sidewalks. Store fronts … Continue reading Road trip Happenstance
Electric Blue Anxiety
When I get overwhelmed by life--- even the happy things!--- there comes a point in my creative process where the electric snapping of ideas dwindles to a soft glow. I've curated prompts for when these moments come, but occasionally the bits of dialogue or the opening lines just sort of swim in front of my … Continue reading Electric Blue Anxiety
Time for Change
I ran through a maelstrom this morning--- or at least, what felt like one. The wind shook the trees, and in the autumn-dark morning, the shadows from the streetlights danced and morphed. One strong gust tossed the top of a giant maple back upon itself and a stream of helicopter seeds fluttered high through the … Continue reading Time for Change
A Foggy Day
The fog closes in. It makes the world tight, brings it right up against your window. It drifts through your yard in waves of mist. It pools like cloudy streams of milk in the valley and the hollows of the hills. Red and orange trees peek up above its tide, but it mutes their vibrancy … Continue reading A Foggy Day
Sisterhood in Snapshot
When my sisters and I get together, it can be a bit bewildering. We will sit around and everyone will speak at once and LOUDLY— and heaven help whoever the non-sister is sitting in our midst. “What’s that one movie?... Oh… We should watch it with him sometime—” my older sister says of her boyfriend. … Continue reading Sisterhood in Snapshot
Circuitry
"Come on. It'll only take a minute," he says. I follow him into the night. The darkness is gray with shadow. We walk through the lawn, and my feet slip against my Flip-flops, wet with dew. He opens the garage door, bends down to plug in the lights. A sudden brilliant fluorescence. I follow him … Continue reading Circuitry
Next Time
The sky hangs low and gray. Raindrops sputter down— an intermittent mist. In Geneva, there is a one-way street in the middle of town. It is crisscrossed above by strings of bulbous lights, and as the gray sky descends toward brooding charcoal twilight, the bulbs flash on, merry and yellow. The street is lined by … Continue reading Next Time
Darned. Spring. Storm.
The daffodils shiver in agreement.
Seeking Prose 