I pruned petunias today, dead-headed shriveled blossoms past their prime. It wasn’t hard to take dry ones, to pinch, nip off those bent for seed, but removing ones not quite dead, spotted, or discolored, still harboring life’s spark brought me up short, jolted me like a seedling torn from its bed. I saw old Jessie …
October 2016 archive
Learning To Kiss
Big Aunt Grace, (that’s what we called her) was huge, gorilla-huge, and with her sticky sweet perfume filling the room, she would kiss everyone with the squeeze of an African python, coiled tightly around the body till all breath was gone, and we’d squirm with fear to be released. Grandpa Scott, a doctor and pharmacist, …
Other Voices/Other Lives
Drive Through Window
Running on Empty
