Underdog

He launches my swing into the air so I can feel the freedom and the height and the potential He holds me up, in the air and in his eyes Delivering as much strength as he can muster Until I get “too big” for the swingset, and we have to shift indoors   He records all those early moments through…

Grandma’s House

Sister’s teeth marks on the edge of the coffee table Rooms brimming with impulse QVC purchases of single-function kitchen utensils Kraft Singles in the fridge Casper the Friendly Ghost in the VCR Ornate jewelry decorating every inch of her   When I think of her I think white White couches, white curly hair, white pantsuit…

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Rinse, Repeat

Turkey. Mashed potatoes. Stuffing. Uncle Bob’s clam dip. Green beans. Rolls. Grammy’s sweet potatoes. Salad. Pumpkin cheesecake. Uncle Bill’s blackberry, pumpkin, and apple pies. Friends. Family. Gratitude. Laughter. Rinse. Repeat. Originally posted as Happy Thanksgiving! on November 27, 2014.  Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting microfiction, short vignettes, or poetry,…

I’m From…

I am from suburbia where the PTAs are a little too involved where people are dangerously unconcerned about crime where not playing soccer somehow made me inferior where kids have never even seen the inside of a city bus I am from eating Indian curry and Thai stir-fry instead of hamburgers and spaghetti and multiple…

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I Remember

I remember the hydrangea bush in the backyard, a source for many pretend-wedding bouquets. I remember the sleeve of stale saltines. I remember choking on irony and tragedy as the vet told me she’d finally feel relief right before she died. I remember the ungodly amounts of scotch tape my grandmother used to adhere red…

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Disillusionment

And suddenly I was bombarded by a tiny alien they called sister. She came home from the hospital and shook my expectations from their pedestal of joy down down down to the disillusionment of sisterhood. Her eyes sparkled in the sunshine, as they say, but I shielded my own, longing to escape back into a…

Main Street

This is the seventh photograph in my photo series entitled As Seen in NYC, which I am unveiling all this week. All copyright is my own, please do not use these images without my written permission. Feel free to leave any comments, questions, or critiques in the comments below!