Galley Street

My sister was running late. She called my son's cell phone to say she was stuck on the two-lane part of the trip, driving behind a mowi...

We returned home from our beach vacation yesterday. Today, our house, cleaned so carefully for the dog sitter a week ago, is cluttered with ...

The dog interrupts my writing. She needs to go outside. We stand at the top of the hill, behind our house, overlooking Cave Creek. A l...

Don's Restaurant was always dark and cool and noisy. Sometimes, in the summer, my mom and sister and I would meet Grandpa at Don's f...

My head felt empty. For several hours yesterday, I had forced every question right out of it. I, who love knowing things, mentally took each...

Everyone gets one snow cone. They choose the flavor. We pay. "Don't we get to play?" Michael asks. He has a football tuc...

I sit very still on the examination table. The sound of the crinkly paper under my thighs is distracting. I want to listen, very carefully, ...