Lenore Weiss

Star heard my footsteps echoing on the tiles past her door. “Inside. We need to talk.” The tone of her voice didn’t sound promising, nor did it sound like the

When I was six months old, my mother dropped me off at grandmother’s apartment and left. But grandmother didn’t have a crib for me. She found an abandoned refrigerator shelf

Elsa considered the need to search for a wig, maybe become a blonde, but decided, no, to stick to her natural color, although at this point, it was difficult to

I climbed, or more exactly, drove up the hill. Over the last seven years, developers had transformed Campus Drive from a weed patch leading to Merritt College, into a row

I spent my life married to an assortment of alcoholics, musicians and mental patients who made interesting, but unreliable mates. Clearly, I wasn’t getting younger and like the Fifth Element

In that moment, I knew what to do—sat in front of  my computer exactly twenty-four hours before my flight was scheduled, got ready to enter my booking number, and pressed