The First Flying Woman
The old woman who lived in the bottom apartment called me. Her name was Basuma. Freckles covered her hands and arms and made her look like a ripe banana. She pointed to a tree in our backyard. “Look! The momma bird is feeding the baby bird,” she said. “Daddy’s watching for cats. When he sees […]
The Feeder of Success
A bird feeder dangles outside my kitchen window about a foot from the glass. Drinking coffee in the morning, I watch birds alight there. They have yellow throats, red beaks, blue wings. Any motion is enough to scare them. So I sit still. Someone else sits still on our side of the glass waiting between […]