A needle pierced my mother's frail wrist as they took a blood sample before moving on to her final chemotherapy session. The room was...

I guess you can organize your life any way you choose. This is the way I will do it: on February 1st, 2007 I was twenty-two. I was...

A Thursday morning. My drive from Redondo Beach to Compton, where I work as an elementary-school teacher, is fluid: the 110 North, the 91...

I was 22 years old. It was the last semester of my last year of college, a year that I tacked on after changing my major six months from...

Wednesday, 12:38pm Yellow cabs whizzed by as I stepped onto Sixth Avenue for lunch. Maybe Chinese from the corner would be tasty, if the...

I was that Yankee Bwoy in Brooklyn, commuting weekly to the Flatbush, Church Avenue, very West Indian part; eighteen months into...

By 6 o’clock I arrive home and fall into the couch. Our Pomeranian, already waiting on the couch, curls up on my chest; the digging of...

I am wearing lingerie when he enters my place. It’s late, one, maybe two, in the morning. My booty-call is a co-worker who decided to...

It’s Thursday, and it’s raining outside. The wind lashes sleet against my office window where I’m working on my second novel about a farm...

I don’t remember exactly what I was doing on January 11, 2007, because everything from that time blends together when I think of it now....