[PANK] blog, Beautiful Ashes series "When I come to the door, Aunt Gloria’s got her rosary in one hand, thumbing through it like she’s shelling beans. She says she saw it on the T.V. about Lawrence’s unit. “They been hit over there in that big sand pit,” she says. Then [read more]
Sententia 4 "They said, “We understand your concern. We want to help if we can, but don’t call us unless it’s an emergency. Psychotic episodes are normal,” they said. “They’re not emergencies. Your husband might start drinking too much. Don’t call us about that either. Don’t call us unless he [read more]
Little Patuxent Review "I Am A Black Man. That’s what’s printed in big white letters across my chest. Except, I’m not black. I’m not even a man. I’m a white woman wearing a t-shirt in support of the Black Male Identity Project. (Full disclosure: I’m the Administrator of Art on [read more]
The Sun Magazine "I get another letter from my sister who is in Honduras riding mules and skidding around the muddy mountain roads in a pick-up truck. The roads have curves sharp enough to tempt death, sharp enough to see yourself leaving. When the priest drives, she writes, he is [read more]
Other Voices "How did the rubber band bracelet snap? I don’t remember, but I can picture it in my head. Hear it. All the confusion, a swirl, a smash. Noisy girls running in my apartment, my daughters on visitation. Afterwards, a string of things left behind: purple socks and stains, [read more]
Little Patuxent Review "We were alone together at the pool swimming and resting in the sun. It was the slow end of August. The leaves were dark green, the sun running out. We hadn’t seen each other for many months though we had been in love once. That afternoon we [read more]
The Writer's Chronicle "When I was a figure model years ago, the artists preferred me to pose in ways that created angles, opportunities for shadow and light. Maybe I'd place a hand on my hip to form a triangle between my arm and my body, or draw my knee closer [read more]
Indiana Review "Let’s say the first time she tries to walk out she loses her car keys in the front yard at night. She’s sassy, maybe a little drunk. She tosses her keys in the air but misses them on their way back down. The next thing she knows, she [read more]
Baltimore Fishbowl, October 27, 2013 Some of my scariest fashion faux pas have happened on Halloween night. Dracula is standing on my neighbors’ front porch. He’s been there for the last few weeks staring past their Ravens flag, past their excitable Jack Russell terriers, past their chain link fence to [read more]
Baltimore Fishbowl, August 8, 2012 Michael Phelps’s history-making races were exciting to watch, but all his success is taking a toll on my self-esteem. It’s dangerous when you are having a mid-life crisis to compare yourself to others, to Michael Phelps, for instance, or to Olympians in general. Read more [read more]
