A Doll Named Jesse Rose

I wrote this for Molly when she was eight, mostly while waiting in the carpool line. She has been in love with both clothes...

The Way Home

What she would remember, years later when she thought about that time, was the synthetic smell of watermelon.  The occupational therapist who came to...

That Certain Something

Debbie Simms turned fourteen the year that her father died and she got fat. That is how she would always remember it: the year my...

Swim

I started this manuscript when I was twenty-two, living alone in a teeny efficiency apartment and teaching high school. Trying to be a grown...

Cardenio and the Warbler

This little story started in a park in 2010. I was watching my kids play, I was warm in the sun and a little...

The Stand Mixer

Three years ago, I had more counter space. The counter wasn’t that big to begin with, and now roughly a fifth of it is...

Sasha of the White Boots

She had a pair of white leather boots with fringe around the top, and she wore eye shadow. We were in seventh grade. I...