“I think maybe I was successful in doing this because I didn’t have any other talents,”

said Alice Munro.  Then she won the Nobel Prize for Literature. What a beautiful accomplishment for a woman who described herself this way: “I’m not really an intellectual,” […] “I was an okay housewife but I wasn’t that great.” Be inspired to do two things today: 1) Visit your library and take home a book … More “I think maybe I was successful in doing this because I didn’t have any other talents,”

The Seam

She is more often not the good daughter her mother raised her to be. See the way her lips have thinned to a dry line, pulled in under teeth, a careful seam. Why does the word “eggshell” anger her so? Five swipes of paint she brushed on the bathroom wall. A row of grays because … More The Seam

An Open Letter to Mothers With Sons Who Will Likely Date/Marry

Dear Mothers of Sons, First of all, thank you for having sex at least that one time so that we, the future partners/spouses of your son, can participate in many wonderful experiences with the human you created.  That includes also having sex with your son.  But I’ll talk about that a bit more later–don’t worry, … More An Open Letter to Mothers With Sons Who Will Likely Date/Marry

Hot Dogs

“How long have the hot dogs been in there?” asks a man with a faded black backpack and four-day scruff on his face. The ferry has just shoved off and the sun has hit the place in the sky that puts a flat gold patina on the water, the color of candlesticks in an attic. … More Hot Dogs

Salt

“The water should taste like the ocean,” Heapfuls of rough salt poured from my grandmother’s palm. She had lived for eighty years by then.  She didn’t measure anymore. A gas flame licked blue then orange beneath her own mother’s copper cooking pot. “It can’t be alone.”  Twists of gemilli fell into the boil. “What can’t be alone?”  I asked, watching the … More Salt