I knew something was wrong when he emerged from the other end of the concourse, not smiling. I waited for him outside the door of the family room because he promised he’d be quick showering today, and I wanted to make it home in time to freshen up before we were out the door again. …
I woke up this morning the same as any other. The steam from the shower slipped slowly beneath the bathroom door in a warm cloud over the bed, where I still lay in a light slumber. I opened my eyes in a foggy haze and glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was …
They remind me in so many ways of each other. I often wonder how two little girls on two opposite sides of the world have so much in common. I stop myself most of the time, because like both of them, their stories are special and in no need of an explanation. They are almost …
He can hear the wailing of the horn again, but he can’t seem to tell if he’s awake or asleep, stuck somewhere between his dreams and reality. The constant blaring in the distance finally startles him awake. He rubs his bloodshot eyes and lifts his head from his crossed arms where it rested moments before …
The warm breeze crept through the ajar glass door off the balcony and filled the apartment with sweet, salty air. Outside, dusk was falling quickly upon the water, casting soft shades of burnt oranges and pinks on the ocean’s surface. Purple waves rippled gently against the bright colors, even though the sun was setting in …
Mom, The day you let me first get my hands on your makeup is a day I still remember. I was a tiny thing, a little too lanky for an eight-year-old and as boney as I could be. My curly hair was always ratty because I never let you brush it, and my front teeth …
Keep going. Each step may get harder, but don’t stop. The view at the top is beautiful.
One year ago today, the streets of New York City glimmered with magic. Hints of the passing rain fall painted the streets in a shimmering golden layer as dusk quickly approached and the sun began to sink in between the skyscrapers of Times Square. We walked hand-in-hand down the bustling streets of the city …
To most people, the month of February signifies a sign of hope. A sign that offers us a beacon of light while all the holiday craziness dies down and the bleak, frosted weather relentlessly storm clouds above us, dropping nothing but mounds of ice and snow and all things cold. February signifies that soft flicker of …
