All Bloodlines Lead To Eden

Grandmère is repeating her favorite stories for my enrichment in a tidy room carpeted with green shag. Grandmère has no filter. On TV, Pope John Paul II is pretending to be God. A statue of The Virgin is enshrined among candles in a window. I should kneel in front of it, says Grandmère, and ask… Continue reading All Bloodlines Lead To Eden

For Trae & Those He Left Behind

Yesterday we shared a meal and laughed with our brother. Today we are washing his blood out of our clothes and asking God to forgive his murderer, whoever and wherever he is. The sky, like a cold gray funeral sheet, is stretched out above the orchards where we all used to feel sheltered--above the peaceful orchards where… Continue reading For Trae & Those He Left Behind

To The Unborn

Precious, When I was little, a man on an airplane asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Naturally, I hugged my doll close to my heart and said, "I just want to be a mommy." I was raised to be a housewife, like my mother and my grandmothers and my great-grandmothers. "Discreet,… Continue reading To The Unborn