From October, 2015

Conversations

I almost didn’t take the part-time nanny job. I’m sure I had my reasons, though it’s hard to remember the details now, all these years later. I went for the interview mainly because a friend of my best friend had recommended me, and I felt obligated to show up. I practiced my “thank you, but…

My life in Valencia

I recently traveled to Europe for a conference and somehow in the midst of attending my brother and sister-in-law’s beautiful week-long Hindu/Jewish wedding, planning my daughter’s second birthday party, and preparing for the trip itself, I managed to get everything ready, packed, and zipped-up one hour before I had to leave for the airport.  That…

Savoring the ordinary

I go into the dressing room with blousey shirts and leggings, chosen for how they highlight my assets and disguise my liabilities. But this one makes my chest look too big, this one’s sleeves are cut at the widest section of my arm, and this one shows the bulges at my waistline. I hand them…

I Love the Masked Man

I have a crush on Prufrock. T.S. Eliot’s character. I have no idea why his poem is called a love song. It’s not about love. It screams Odysseus lost at sea waiting to be torn from the mast by his own longings. I don’t know why I like him. He’s moody, older, scuffed and stumbling.…

Ocular armor

I’ve always had perfect vision, and I don’t say that to brag. It was a source of great frustration when I was growing up. I was terribly jealous of the kids in school with glasses, and I desperately wanted my own. Every birthday and every Christmas I would write ‘Eye exam’ at the top of…

Under The Peach Tree

Vivien awoke under the mottled ambers of her large peach tree. A flurry of questions entered her head as she rose in the fading light. No. Not fading light. Morning light. Cobwebs strung with dew drops littered the grass around her. She staggered to her feet, pulling wet leaves out of her brown curls. Vivien…