Angry People

There's an asshole in the rear view mirror.   I can see an outline of his face, vague colors and shape, but his anger is focused like a high-powered camera lens. It shows itself in the way his mouth is moving and his arms are flailing a generic halo of hate. His two front lights…

My Beginning

Most times, when I look at you, I see Alessandra, my littlest girl. But sometimes, in a glimpse in my rearview mirror, or the quiet of a nap, you turn into paths of possibilities that run like veins, splitting and splitting and splitting until they disappear.

Apartment Living

Betty and Earl. They must be mid 80s. Maybe low 90s. They are the picture perfect elderly-something-year old couple. Their patio furniture stays under the plastic and bricks all summer long. They smile a lot, and nod even more. When we meet in the hallway or laundry room, Betty can't hear a word I say. What?…

Candyland

Tonight we had our Saturday night game of Candyland. I told her we would put the baby to bed early and play. She decided to get the ball rolling. Okay Allie, it's story-time. She began reading her a story, stopped halfway through. Okay, Allie, its bedtime. Would you like your bottle? She began trying to force feed her.…