In Newport, on the side of the road, my family pulled over to play by the sea. I took photos of the water with my little Instax Mini while my father in law watched my daughter. In an instant, the tide starts pouring in. I see my daughter alone on a jetty, my father in law nowhere nearby. I start calling to her to come back. She points to the water and starts to climb in to get back to me. She cannot swim. Frantic, I am sprinting toward her. The sea has claimed so much of me in my dreams. It will not take my daughter from me in what passes for real life
Tag: Nonfiction
Getting Committed – a Micro Memoir
They took my bra because of the underwire. My breasts were free, but I was not. I couldn’t wear my sneakers from my husband because of the laces. And I could not bring in any of my pens to write poetry. They couldn’t let us have the things that made us comfortable or happy. We might kill ourselves, you know.
Slice of Memoir Flash Nonfiction
We’re in my car, but I’m not in control. He won’t let me near my keys as he says, “I thought I had photo samples to show you, but I guess I left them at home. Come to my place” He grabs my hand and holds it, his hand a constricted artery around my palm. His eyes so blue…the blue of the sky unblemished by clouds, and just as empty.
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Ballerina

This fascinating book offers insight into the dark history of ballet, and the beauty and challenges of ballet today.