Liberty
byAs I imagined myself racing against Olympic skaters, my fingertips tingling as I gained speed, I forgot about being the only brown girl at an almost all white school.
My Face Before I Was Born
byThe Battle of Hastings was fought in 1066.
My father would say that, and my mother would glance at him sideways, and then down, with a smile that suggested she had some kind of secret.
Atop the Camel’s Hump
byMy island is ugly. Bare and bleak. It rises from the earth, fifteen feet high and dimpled like a camel’s hump, ringed by acres and acres of corn; an ocean of sweet Indian gold.
The Do’s (and Some Don’ts) of a Successful Speed Date
byI’ve been on both sides of the speed-dating table at Push to Publish.
Naked and Hungry
byThe first time you saw me
naked, I was standing in front of the refrigerator.
Inheritance
byWhen I look at my nine year- old son, I see my husband's face. His square jaw, his chiseled cheekbones, his light brown hair, his delicate, perfectly proportioned nose.







