make her cry

Tina's desk is gone now. She cleared its drawers at the end of June, shredding old documents and passing off files to me. IT came the following week to remove her computer and its peripherals. Not long after, facilities hauled away her vacant desk and chair leaving behind a rectangle of unfaded carpet. I now have the office space I shared with her for five years all to myself....more

big and little

 Maybe we should have called her Original Christy. Unlike most of the American exchange students living in Worcester Hall, she had been enrolled at the University of Wolverhampton since the fall. The new Christy arrived at the Dudley Campus a few days after I did in February 1997. New Christy and I would spend only the spring semester abroad....more

deep enough

One of the perks available through our homeowners association is a pool. Even though it's outdoors, there were plenty of hot, sunny days last summer that were perfect for a dip in its cool waters.I've never been in that pool.When we moved here over a year ago, I stashed my black one-piece swimsuit in a drawer with my nylons. It's been languishing like that for years. The last time I wore it was to swim laps at the University of New Mexico aquatic center. Since I dropped out from grad school and moved from Albuquerque a decade ago, it's fair to say the suit is old....more

as familiar as a favorite book

My hackles raised.I smiled when I first saw the boy talking to himself as he entered the youth services area of the library. I wasn't mocking him but thinking, I wonder how often adults caught me conversing with myself at that age?Self-recognition and bemusement quickly gave way to territorial instinct as he approached. Judging this book by his cover, I assumed he was too old to play with the foam blocks, over-sized wooden puzzles and plush story book characters stored in the children's nook....more
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shame with a side of fries

I’m trying not to stare while my coworker eats her lunch.Our de facto break room is in use, so she is at her desk. I’m not sure what kind of sandwich she picked up from McDonald’s because her interaction with the french fries has me enthralled. She removes one fry from the red carton and bites. She chews and swallows before taking another bite. It takes her three bites to consume this single fry.How can she do that? I wonder. I wouldn’t call this mindful eating since she is reading a book, but she is not distracted from her deliberate pace....more

apple music

While I was contemplating whether a wrinkled cantaloupe was worth ninety-nine cents, my autistic six-year-old son was pressing a full-price Fuji apple to his lips. A sound that might have been “nom nom” prompted me to turn around....more

one for the road

“Can I borrow this glass?”My sister-in-law shakes the drink ware, rattling half-melted ice cubes. It’s not actually glass. I don’t own an actual glass. She has been imbibing from a blue plastic tumbler from a set of four purchased at Target. All my possessive instincts kick in. They aren’t fancy, but they are mine. I’m unwilling to part with a single one, even temporarily.“Use this instead.”...more

I've been sleeping around and I'm exhausted

I vacated our marital bed two weeks ago after my husband underwent surgery to remove a growth in his ear. Neither of us slept much the night after the mastoidectomy. Peter was hyped up on steroids given to reduce swelling and catching up on all the cigarettes he couldn’t smoke during his ten hours in the hospital. I kept getting up to make sure he wasn’t bleeding to death. I ended up dozing in our recliner.When Peter finally crashed the following evening, I cautiously joined him in bed. The next morning, Peter encouraged my exodus....more

bus stop

I felt a twinge driving to work on my son's first day of kindergarten. I wanted to stay home to see him get on the school bus. It was irrational. Being there the first time wouldn’t help me control what happened after the yellow doors closed. Still, I thought how that would be the first of countless times I wouldn’t be there for pick-up or drop-off. It was one of those moments that made me hate working outside the home. But there would be no home without my job, so off to work I drove....more

hands on experience

Using my backpack for a pillow, I stretched out on the padded bench and closed my eyes. I was too wired from free coffee and weeks of accumulated worry to sleep, but I had run out of diversions.  I'd arrived too late for art therapy in the lobby. I'd eaten the turkey sandwich I'd packed. I couldn't concentrate on my book. I had a list of people to call, but nothing to report. I'd paced the family lounge as if logging steps on a pedometer. I had at least three more hours to kill plus the drive home, so a nap seemed prudent....more