Two friends meet at a cupcake café
Using sweet smiles to assure each other –
They’re each okay.
But the smiles begin to wobble, the
Conversation wiggles as each reveal
A grief that is separate yet shared. Continue reading
Two friends meet at a cupcake café
Using sweet smiles to assure each other –
They’re each okay.
But the smiles begin to wobble, the
Conversation wiggles as each reveal
A grief that is separate yet shared. Continue reading
The story of my life is wide and deep
Yet when I write of it, it’s narrow and steep
My past was daughter, student, wife, and mom
Well, now my present includes writing wom(an) Continue reading
I didn’t think she’d agree to it – my granddaughter. Months earlier I endured facial surgery to remove what we thought was an unexpected birthmark, which instead turned out to be skin cancer.
Originally 16-year-old Sophie told me my ‘birthmark’ was cute. “Looks like a heart, Madre,” she exclaimed, even though it was centered on my nose. After the surgeon removed the “heart” and the cancer was eradicated, I joked with Sophie, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to get a tattoo of a heart – you and me.” Continue reading
It wasn’t a competition as much as a test. How far could we go before our kids became really really REALLY embarrassed by us?
My best friend, Danni, and I weren’t new kids on the block, and in fact, we both had children who were now in that stage of telling us what to do. Or not to do. Continue reading
Many of you have encouraged me to put together some of my personal flash stories (some of them posted here in Roughwighting) into a book of short (short) stories. Continue reading