January/February 2005

A Parting Gift

“Melly!” My best friend Aisha catches my arm. “What’s up, Aisha?” I ask, because her big brown eyes tell me that something is up, and it’s not good. “Will you walk with me?” What she means is can I walk with her around the dirt track that surrounds the soccer field, one of the play […]

A Second Beginning

It was a dark, cloudy evening when Father told us the news. Our family was gathered around the worn dinner table in the small kitchen of our farmhouse. My father was sitting in his usual seat at the head of the table, his callused hands clasped together and his elbows resting on the faded tablecloth. […]

To Sleep

Because I climb a ladder to sleep, sometimes I feel it takes too long. On the bottom rung, I see the house, shadowed and cozy, dark and peaceful, already in another dream. On the second rung, I see the town, with each little house drowning in blankets, and rarely in silence, usually in snoring, with […]