the heel press

It was an overcast Sunday morning when Julia awoke to her mother running rampant around the house. Eyes snapping op...

I once knew you through pictures. Some were from the late '80s when the family was still together—glossy phot...

  I sat in the backseat of a black 1999 Volkswagen Golf, squished between my mother, aunt and sister. It w...

Last night I dreamt I was walking through the woods. It was fall and the sun shone through beds of leaves, spyi...

            I’m a woman of meaning, searching for s...

  Ann’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, fingers losing blood flow from the pressure. It ...

Ann’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, fingers losing blood flow from the pressure. White kn...

            “Are you all packed, honey?” Susan shou...

Dear Censor,               You should know you&...

We lay there, my left palm draped over my eyes and forehead, silent. "What are we going to do?" I asked, ...

“Are you ready?” Hannah asked.             ...

I last heard your voice a year ago. Since then, I’ve immersed myself in letters, papers and words conne...

We sat there facing each other, his eyes penetrating deep into my own focused gaze. The only thing between us was a c...

Lying on the blindingly white sands that afternoon, I noticed the clouds beyond me in the incandescent blue skies th...