Non-Fiction

“Which one is the right foot?” I asked, confused. The CO said, “They don’t have rights and lefts.”

“They hurdled our tree branches, threading the streaking space of the air as you and I have done.“

“I opened my eyes to dad boots, your mouth silent as snowfall. Steady rhythmic steps carried us home.“

“I hadn’t known how brave you’d been—open-heart surgeries and cardiac arrests, all concealed from me and our sisters.“

“If I am a sailboat crossing the ocean, he is the wind; and if I climb a mountain, he is a flower in the field.“

“Now, when I pin the twin toddlers to my collar, I murmur to the sailor-suited little boy, “I see you, Frank.“

“Mom is virtually paralyzed and pretty much non-responsive, but this nurse apparently did not get the memo.“

“I am not the only one battling demons. We are the remains of the day. The longing and horror of despair.”

“Her touch. Her tone. Comforts? Cajoles? I can’t translate the language they’re communicating.”