Amazing Grace

I am sitting at a McDonalds on Rt. 1, because I made the mistake of telling my four year old that if he did...

The Soup Whisperer

I make this soup. It’s not really one kind of soup; it’s any; it’s many. It starts out the same every time, but it...

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...