It’s a Sticky Life

  Imagine a situation that’s very sticky and write about it. My head pounds to the beat of my three-year-old girl’s tapping foot on the kitchen linoleum. I rub my hand down my makeup free face. Coffee and a shower. That’s all I need to make it through this day. “Cheerios and milk,” Lizzy says in a voice that makes want to call her captain. “It’s coming, Miss,” I say. I remind myself to breathe in and out while switching[Read more]

Until Tomorrow

    We hear her voice calling us to come inside. His little heart drops to the dirt. He doesn’t want to go in, even if there is pepperoni pizza waiting on the table. I don’t want him to go either. He looks up to the deck; so do I. She’s not there yet. There is still time. He drives a yellow and black car –Bumblebee– in the sand, making roads with the miniature tire prints. He hums and makes[Read more]