The cherried curtains tickled her back, blown in by the breeze through the open kitchen window. She sat at the Formica table, her thighs stuck to the vinyl chair cushion, eating bologna, which she didn’t like, on bread covered with Miracle Whip, a tang that bit her tongue. The kitchen smelled like gas because of the […]Read more "Grandma’s House"
It’s been a weird seven days or so. I’d been dreading Wednesday (May 15th) for a while now, but for me it came six days early and continues on. May 15th of this year would’ve been my grandfather’s 82nd birthday had he not died of dementia on January 29th, 2012. A lot of people have […]Read more "This Week in Grief"