We live where the fog used to gather every morning, curtaining the streets and freeways in a misty haze.

When the Ferguson shooting and protests erupt in 2014, I am stuck in my own cocoon, mourning recent betrayals in my marriage.

Before my jaw surgery, I got used to doctors holding my face in their hands.

In a tiny village in Southern Poland named “Mała,” a Catholic priest sexually abused dozens of underage girls

Today I’m too angry to know what to do with myself, so I take a very hot shower and listen to loud music

I’ve been thinking a lot about bridges over the past year.

The first time I met my now in-laws, devout Catholics, it was Easter weekend. Dave and I had been dating for five months.

The Great Patriotic War came to visit me again today. I was throwing out wild raspberries.

I carry a large box to the post office on Sixth Street making my way up the few stairs.