Blackout memories paint her mind as unwanted doctrines. A pure spirit but lost, damaged in so many complicated, fractious ways. A...

Texas is not a good place to have something growing inside you. I’ve known this for a very long time, but until now I never applied it to...

The coffee was bitter. Reeve did not know why she kept getting stuck on this fact. The aftertaste was acrid, like swallowing old pennies....

Delores will die soon. She’s been sick for a while now, and she’s getting worse. We are neighbors and we are friends, in some ways....

Rain pummeled the parking lot outside the Country Waffle House on another gray, cheerless day in Fresno. Marsha sat alone in a booth,...

The turkey wasn’t going to roast itself. Marla picked herself up off the floor and walked back to the counter where she’d been chopping...

Monday Morning The pot stares at me like Poe’s veiled eye. Tracks me from corner to corner. Its bright blue-green exterior, a peacock...

On yet another Saturday with nowhere to be, I wander into the Tate Modern art gallery. I stand for a moment, watching the people in the...

Two blue lines on a little stick covered in pee – this is where dreams begin. Those blue lines set a parallel course that waffles between...

Death and loss are surprising catalysts for new beginnings Now, it’s late afternoon. I’ve missed breakfast and a walk with my husband and...

She had a choice, it was hers alone to make. Yet, the consequences were not hers alone to endure. ~ We laid side-by-side in the center of...

Note: This short story was inspired by Ana' Neu's original poem, "A big word for a woman," published on Sad Girl Diaries on 8/14/23 Click...