The back door is the front door in my childhood home. Everyone uses it except people who are selling something, or those coming to talk about religion. The back door is a…

                                      Do certain things remind you of someone? Hen and Chickens remind me of my Mom. Hen and Chickens, with its feathers reaching out, and its heart…

                      Yesterday I called home to confirm to my parents our flight information. My little nieces and nephew where there. I had already bought gifts for them, but I thought I’d ask anyway…

The table was set. Crystal clear and inviting. He had ordered her favorite flowers. Pink and delicate like her lips. His coat…her hat, the details fell into place. Her bare leg teased him. “Only red shoes worn underneath my dress.”…

Above the train tracks of Gare de Lyon sits one of my favorite places in Paris. Le Train Bleu. It is a tradition of ours to have a drink there when arriving from the south of France. Le Train Blue…

                   I was downstairs, when I heard a heavy thump, from upstairs. A dull silence filled the space in between. I called your name, silence spoke hauntingly. Walking upstairs, I was afraid that you…