“…I’m not going back to the cape, hat, and red leather gloves.” I closed my eyes; the Mercedes rocking my head side-to-side as the
Continue reading“This job– is just an illusion. It gives you the impression that you are travelling, but you’re not; really. But then, you meet people. But then, you leave people. You don’t decide anymore… Most
Continue reading“He’s going to be leaving for months soon. Why would you want to get involved anyway?” I was asked this pointedly while watching the evening
Continue readingThe cursor hovered over the send button, as if it was cursing me; daring me to ‘just do it.’ Pressing send— it seemed impulsive, especially since
Continue readingEditor’s Note: The day that Jade sent me this poem, I found an email in my inbox with the following words. I had been wondering when she would write again and hoping she would. I love Jade’s
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Continue readingI am mesmerized with foreign cities and abroad destinations. I know the United States has many a magical city and a broad spectrum of sites, but rarely do I
Continue readingMy pillbox hat teeters precariously as the caravan of precocious suitcases— large, medium, small, and hand-baggage size— swarm me like a hive of angry Africanized bees. Definitely not docile, I fight
Continue readingif you find yourself with a man who wears his anger like a bruise left long ago by his stepfather’s fist and his first wife’s infidelities I suggest
Continue readingI always say the same standard introduction when calling scheduling. “Hi…This is ,” quickly followed by a five digit number that is my identity as an
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