Dried-Up Tenderness
Annaliese didn’t cover the chicken. That was the point. She had done everything right. She stood at the meat counter longer than necessary, scanning the trays, looking for the right chicken—not too small, skin intact.…
Shuga Cookie Love
She so easy to love. That's why I call her Shuga Cookie. Her real name Joanne but, like sugar, flour, butter, baking soda and a lil' vanilla, the simple things make her so sweet. We…
Where The Good Utensils Are
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. “Get up, Franks, it’s time to eat dinner.” The shock from being woken up so abruptly outweighed the shock of hearing Dad’s voice…
Don’t Forget the Milk!
Don’t Forget the Milk! “And don’t forget the milk.” Why does she think she has to remind me of everything? I’m not a kid anymore, although you’d never know it by the way she…
What Sustains Us
The inhale James took fed him before what lay atop the kitchen table. Pot roast tended for hours by Mama’s patient hand; its meat slowly giving way to heat, now soft and supple, the…