Non-Fiction

“What I wanted was a big warm tub and a baby that just slipped right out like a little seal…”

“I call him Orion because under the blackest of skies he lies like a gentle beacon, embodying the spirit of a warrior…”

“Tell you about what, or rather, who was left behind—on the gravel road outside of my house…”

“On Aquidneck Island in Narragansett Bay, I picked up a little work as a bareboat skipper…”

“Many embraced vitriolic authoritarians, who blamed our problems on the easiest scapegoat available: the immigrant…”

The hospital room is crowded with chairs, monitors, an IV and the startling noise of my father’s breathing…

She was like a hummingbird, always flighty and in movement, but my mother’s eyes were glued to the screen this time…

As spring morphed into summer an idea sprung forth – a sanctuary on the veranda. It would be a soothing space.