I. Dreamed of. You last night. Us and walking. A park, there was grass. And eight kids shrieking and. Running, chasing, a white dog. You in a yellow dress, sandals Me with what I a[...]
10 Jul 2012
The opposite of Kansas is not Oz; the opposite of Kansas is Los Angeles. And here I am. Over the course of two days this past week, I drove 1,600 miles from Kansas City to the City[...]
08 Jun 2011
My brother picks me up from the airport in the car that I should just sell but I haven’t yet. A year has passed since I moved and it continues to live there even though I do not, [...]
The condo on Meserole was still for sale. It had been over a year now. Each Sunday an increasingly hopeless realtor taped his sign to the lobby window: the words “Open House” acco[...]
14 Dec 2010
My seat is in between the aisle and a woman born the same year as my mother. She looks older and I wonder if my mom looks as old as this woman looks. She tells me she is en route[...]
12 Jul 2010
I’m fairly used to not being home during holidays. In college, when the other kids were packing up their parents’ Jeep Grand Cherokees to return to the friendly confines of their h[...]
24 Nov 2009