My writing career began in second grade when the teacher pinned a poem I’d written about spring on the bulletin board. I can remember taking the long way around the
“We could be twins,” she said, a chatty Cathy. Not quite. I was older and thirty pounds heavier, which is why zumba. She’s a little thing, ponytail pulled so tight I thought her
Robin Bernstein’s art show, a nine-year project composed of sixteen individual pieces, tells a story that will break and uplift your heart. My guess is that it’s unlike anything you’ve
I didn’t move from Chicago to get married or start a new job. I decided to nurse a robin heart by getting away from the stink of Lake Michigan, and
Back then, a thistle wore a skirt of blossoms.Death streaked your toenails blue. I asked if I was wrong in leaving you.Walking along Leona Canyon, I answered no. The manicurist
I’ve never seen a picture of Bob Dylanas a baby girl but who knows one day the photo may pop up someone swearing on social media it’s Bobby scowling at