Why I Hate Mothers

CUTE KID ENVY I hate mothers. There. I said it. Why? A) I’m not one. B) I’d like to be one at some point. C) That some point isn’t here and probably won’t be anytime soon. When I see cute kids, I don’t think, “Oh my gosh, that kid is adorable. Good job, mother of

Visiting The Magician and His Wife

When I was 19, I fell in love with a poet. When I was 23, the relationship ended, and I was left with a deep-rooted friendship, a head full of lovely words and experiences, new interests, poems, books, films, and most importantly, an extended family that gratefully asked to keep me. For the past ten

Remembering the “Texas Termite”

Tuesday night, while cleaning up the random files on my desktop, I found this: As I’m writing this, my grandpa is performing his “crack the egg over the knee” bit, trying to distract me.  I watch him try to spread out the fingers of his right hand across my knee. The tip of his pointer