A Meal of Fear

She was in the fourth grade when she had her first panic attack. There was a storm outside, thunder clapping at the windows, lightning dancing panic above the earth. She thought, This is what it must be like to die.  The attack started in her mind, but quickly made its way down her throat and … More A Meal of Fear

Well Lit

We’re crossing into Arizona when Mom looks into the rearview mirror and says to me, We’re never going back. And she’s wearing her hot pink nail polish so I know she means it. I lean against the window, cheek pressed to the glass, and watch the telephone poles whiz by. There isn’t much to see … More Well Lit