I'm driving Stephen to work, and we're making a decision, even though we're not saying so. Noni's funeral in Arlington. May...

I wake up before the alarm goes off, and the last bit of dream sits here, on my pillow. I've dreamed it almost every night for the last...

She used to sing on the tops of pianos while my grandfather played. Her songs of choice were about philandering house cats and houses of ...

I sit in the tiny room with the curtain down the middle and the countertop covered with color-coded vials, where you give blood so they can...

I hold Noni's hand, standing by the hospital bed in her living room, where she's come home to die. It's warm, and I worry that ...

Try to write an essay. Think about your past. Try to make connections between the person you are now and the person you were then, but the p...

Stephen is speaking Spanish to Nicholas.  Holding him close, up to his face and purring Spanish against his furry  neck. " Claro ,...

Been trying to get familiar with the Latin text Stephen and I got in rehearsal last night, which we'll be reciting tonight and Sunday in...