Summer is laziness, no routine. This week I even slept until ten. Most mornings I’m in the rooftop hammock with a coffee cup planted securely in the folds of my belly. I look at the infinite sky, at mountains almost as tall as God. Cornfields freshly...
Tomorrow it will all end and begin again. Tomorrow I will meet him in the city to sign the papers to end our marriage. Not long enough in my book of second chances when I hoped that this one would endure for the rest of my life. Hah, there will be no third chance. I...
There’s a wind blowing through the countryside here in southern Mexico. Red, orange, yellow, blue, white, purple and pink tissue paper flags flutter from the overhang that covers the patio of the casita where I live. Patterns of doves, flower baskets, sun, moon,...
Women are natural jugglers. We are taught to multi-task; in fact, we are often told we are better at it than our male counterparts. Of course we have heard the refrain, “you can have it all.” As women writers, we steal time for our writing away from other pursuits,...
“I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hated twin, but now, I don’t know you as myself” ― Joy Harjo I have always feared insanity, my own and others. It seemed the worst thing that could happen to me (the thing I...
