when I close my eyes, sometimes, I am back in his bed, those early January mornings my alarm sounding at 0545 and my love, still fast asleep, tightening his grip around my waist my first thought was I don’t want to leave and my second, his warmth calls me back to sleep but I would […]


your mother is the type of woman to kill her fish from overfeeding, believing they are still hungry . my mother is the type of woman to say, They’re fine and a week later, find them dead shrugging off her neglect . I am the type of woman to rescue the sick in the stores, […]