near to us once more

Thanksgiving used to be Riley’s favorite time of year.  She’d loved the smell of the  turkey cooking in the oven, the smiles on her parents’ faces as they all worked together, bumping up against each other in the small kitchen.  It had always been just the four of them, but that had never made her feel lonely.  

White Tiles

The sound of a slight scuffle across the bathroom floor brought  Cathy’s purple Converse to Elise’s attention, which now were waiting for her outside the stall door. She sat, perfectly silent and still, as if that would help anything.

letters between us

I’ve spent so long carrying this crazy anger around in my heart, convincing myself that it meant I had let go, yet anger and hatred are a kind of attachment in themselves. I had to at least try to let go of that, move on. And I’m sorry for how I’ve hurt you as well. Maybe that’s a part of growing up for me as well. Growing up, growing apart. We never really thought it would be real.

When I Grow Up

Sam shot a look at her from his spot on the carpet next to what was quickly becoming a mini demolition derby. Elsie clapped a hand over her mouth guiltily. “Sorry. No more questions, I promise.” She set the paper down carefully and then looked back at Sam. “Can I color?”