The Ocean Will Cure Me
It was my first time on a plane, flying solo with no one to tell me where to put my bag or how to find my damn seat. “B3 by chance Miss” I turn to…
50 Years
50 Years He stood at the edge of the pier, staring at the water. The sea was calm tonight, almost kind. It had taken so much, and yet it still came back—again and again—like someone…
Waters Run Deep
You couldn’t tell Chad anything. Well, you could, but he wouldn’t listen. He always had to figure out anything and everything the hard way. He didn’t even consider it a hard way. If you said,…
Getting Coffee
Annie set the porcelain cup back on the dish that accompanied it to her table, the print of her lips visible on the slightly chipped rim. It clinked, just above a whisper, competing with the…
The Playlist
Trigger warning: Reflection on abortion and unresolved grief. The direct flight was long. I watched the sky pass by as music played in my ears, a playlist that spoke a language only I understood.…