We were smoking Dad’s cigarette butts (okay just me) before he got home from work….
Origin Myths by Susan V. Meyers
On the day when I should have been inseminated, but am not, I find myself instead making up my mother’s face…
De-escalation by Lauren Woods
My son expertly held a tube of wrapping paper over one shoulder… pulled with his trigger finger, and aimed it toward me.
Bathymetry by Sally Jonson
It isn’t that your memory is full of holes, it’s a hole where your memory should be.
What I Wrote Was Congratulations What I Meant to Say Was by Rachel Lincoln Sarnoff
We never thought we would stay in this city, did we? But I’m still turning the same corners….
What I Took After She Died in the Memory Care Wing by Irene Fick
On the floor of Aunt Rosalie’s closet: in a plastic trash bag, the new slacks and matching shirts, still with tags…