memoir

The Power of Three

It was nearly a year ago that I first visited Boston. Last week’s events had me rereading my Boston essays, …

Waves

The beige receiver felt heavy in my hand as I dialed. The phone rang several times before my mother picked …

Feet First

After wading through my firm’s annual marketing report and compiling an inventory of my own literary works for EDGE class …

Rolling

A gaggle of girls, eight-year-old saplings to coltish teenagers, swept cautiously around the roller derby rink, blocking and passing each …