Yanamama

Diesels bay at 3 a.m. as they prowl railyards on the north end of town A screen lights the kitchen half-cleaned, still fragrant with  ...

Things that hollowed me out today, a list for no good reason Casual jazz under red string lights a gift from a man who will never be ...

The other day, I read a parenting post stating decisively that people shouldn't tell a little girl how pretty she is. Physical attribute...

"This must be Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursdays."  - Douglas Adams, Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy In Hu...

Just ran across this, er, salute to Poe which I wrote in response to a Poets of G+ Community prompt for National Poetry Month. It is silly ...

I have thought about guns a great deal since my father committed suicide by handgun when I was in ninth grade. I say that not to elicit sym...

In my first memory of my father, we are assembling a two-wheel bicycle together. I must have been six or seven, and he'd come to visit f...