Jetty

I watch my duvet cover billow and plop in the dryer, folding its talcy white self in and out like a big old cumulus cloud lost in a thunderstorm. My shorts buttons are up and my halter bikini is tiedRead more…

Flowers

The day Jill asked me to be her bridesmaid was the same day I prayed for flowers. I had asked that morning – softly, in my loneliness. Jill came home late. Someone has left flowers for you on the landing.Read more…