The trees outside the bedroom window are bare, as is the wisteria and the grapevine. I won’t be here to see the eruption of buds and...

I was hit squarely with the strong distinctive odor of cabbage and fried schnitzel while descending the stairs from my friend’s fourth...

An indelible mark Just as the older freckled hand centered the smooth cheek of the younger woman, seconds after the satisfyingly clean...

On a wall, tucked in a corner, there is a poem entitled, A Man. It is primarily born from the sadness and mixed emotions of a daughter...

Quotes, aphorisms, unforgettable one liners. They are like Pilates for the mind. Just as with a dedicated pose/stretch you can, anywhere...

Despondency had an address. Ours. Our house was one of a series of identical houses on the fringes of this forest. The ever present...

I started keeping a diary at an early age. Back then, I used differently scented and variously colored pens for my scribbles. Ink that...

Her house is a fine example of symmetry. It is the type of house you first draw as a child. The feeling on the untree-lined street of row...

We were completely surrounded. Bodies pressing into us, hands prying and violating; a crush of human flesh and bones. The ATM’s had been...

I unwrapped his gift slowly, contradictory resentment and protectiveness gurgling up inside. Why had I agreed to this ridiculous public...

Doubleface The man and woman formed an island of uncomfortable silence in the middle of the airport terminal’s noisy crowds. He dejected...

The church in the main square is emptying out and the bars and cafes are filling up on a shimmery Sunday in early Spring. Linda is on...

Breakfast in the forest We awaken to the trumpet like blare of peacocks (an alternative to the more clichéd rooster), the rustling of...

The key jiggles in the lock when he gets home from work. In her mind Elsa knows how the scene should play out. The dutiful wife runs to...

As long as I can remember there were books. In the beginning, picture books alphabet books and pop up books. Much later (High School and...

When I was four, my mom and I went to Italy for summer vacation. We stayed in her small town for about one month. It was a typical quiet...