Monthly Archives: October 2013

Picture a doorway. It is best when the door is open. Picture it apart from the wall. The wooden frame rises on either side and comes together at sharp angles to form a ceiling. The wood is plain, dark, worn. … Continue reading →

The church walls rose up high on either side, the eggshell colored plaster walls typical of the region. Two columns of pews ticked along the marble floor with people scattered among them. It was a Friday evening. Dusk had fallen … Continue reading →

This story is not about babies. I deal with babies every day during my time here, but none of these babies has a pacifier. Rather, this story is about a middle-aged woman in the midst of a fight on a … Continue reading →