Mom is Breathing

My mother’s blood races through me, gasping for breath, searching out the experiences she missed. Is there still time? There must still be time, she says. She conjures up my thirst for British tea, her favorite. She encourages me to eat onion and mayonnaise sandwiches. They make my stomach hurt, I whine. Nonsense. Eat them….

Mr. Preacher Man

“What about you, Julia, have you been saved?” I was caught off-guard. “Yeah, but I have a church in Seattle I watch online.” “Oh, ok, well, y’all don’t mind if we pray? Dear heavenly father …” I wanted to reach out and hold hands. But none of the others made a move. Wasn’t that what…