It's 11:30PM and I'm driving along I-45 north, coming out of Houston, Texas proper. It's been a long time since I've made a trip down to where I grew up, to the Heights specifically where I lived for a beat in my mid-twenties. I lived in a garage that had been turned into an upstairs... Continue Reading →
Another mass shooting happened (as I'm editing this before posting, two more happened that have made headlines). The coincidence that like the last time, I kissed my boy on the head as he left for school. That again I think about those Achilles heels spots in his school between buildings where they're most vulnerable. It... Continue Reading →
"An Exhale" is one of my favorite stories I've ever written (so I've reblogged it a few times now). I go back and read it often, remembering the gravel road, the tinkle of the dog's collar, and the rush of relief and grief that hit me all at once. I remember Little Foot's little voice... Continue Reading →
When you wake up, do you feel a balloon in your throat, too? Or maybe it's a corset: too small and too snug, cinched up tighter than poor Kate Winslet's mom did to her in 'Titanic.' "Hold still," I think she said before she yanked again. Or is it that feeling of having had too... Continue Reading →
I had a dream last night that present-day-me somehow (as a spirit? a thought? a memory but also premonition?) was able to supernaturally visit myself as a 10-year-old. I appeared at a gathering with my mom's extended family at my grandparent's bay house in Galveston: a get together I vaguely remember. 10-year-old me was in... Continue Reading →
