“Jan? Jan!”  There was too much to pack. Jan stood in her room, hands clutching her kool-aid dyed hair, staring blankly at the...

Sitting at my desk, I steady my hand and press down on my brush pen, forming the curvature of a lily petal blowing in the wind. I lighten...

I am sitting on my sofa, cocooned in what I have deemed the world’s softest blanket, with a bowl of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream in...