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Summer Peaches
“You have to make your own magic.” Tilly’s mother had drunk deeply of the girl-boss bullshit early and was addicted. “There are no wishing wells or fairy godmothers, you have to make the most of every opportunity. Turn that chunk of coal into a diamond!” The platitudes and self-help mantras were exhausting. Her mother wanted…
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Big Fish in a Small Pond
Willa stared through the glass at the bottles of tea. The variety was daunting. There were both green and black, sweet and unsweet, with a dozen different fruits, some of which she’d never even seen in real life. On the bottom row was a label she recognized, and though the seal on the case fought…
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Violets & Velour
The ragged edge of the pale blue envelope stuck out from others in the stack, partially obscured by torn-out magazine pages and recipes secured to notebook paper with yellowed tape. Emma’s grandmother had saved everything. She thought she was mentally ready for the estate sale but it was only four days away and a monumental…
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Days of the Cold Sun
Time was there’d have been opportunity for girls like me to be whatever our hearts desired. Whatever our wills could want, was possible. So we were told. So were we encouraged and cheered. We were taught that hard work and talent were the only ingredients needed for success. Those days are long past. This remnant…
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Getting Unstuck
The girl stands in worn boots at the crumbling limestone lip and looks out at all the possibilities before her. She’s there an hour later, still reflecting on all the things she could become. The becoming isn’t what scares her – it’s the choosing that has her stuck. If she jumps she’ll have to live…
Reasonable Folly 