Her cheek and the side of her mouth stung. She could still feel the impact of the stiff hand that had made contact with her face a moment earlier; the redness of the slap itself and the ensuing redness of embarrassment crept over her face like a warm, red blanket. Her brown eyes welled up … Continue reading Fresh →

She lay on their unmade bed every day after work and many hours on the weekends. On her right lay a brown plastic tray with a mug of coffee, usually cold, and a pear shaped ashtray full of butts. The yellow rotary phone sat on the nightstand to her left, easily accessible since she spent … Continue reading Craft →

Although some claim they like big butts and cannot lie, the world isn’t made for those with the “southend spread. “ Over the course of my childhood, mom regaled us with many self-deprecating stories about her weight. They once took a trip to London. Mom called home and told me about the quaint little room … Continue reading In a Tight Spot →