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Scandal at Pennsylvania Avenus
Hilary I've always worn my hair short. It was the same pixie cut with the front bangs and the highlights. But today, I fastened on extensions so that the waves cascaded around my face like it had never done before. I wanted the false eyelashes and the scarlet lipstick to blend into me, making me not just Hilary but a woman who demanded to be loved. "You look beautiful," Bill said to me as he threw his tuxedo on the ground. I smiled. That was what you gave your partner of so many years, wasn't it? A smile, a kiss, every inch of your body. Some women give the men they love their souls but I wasn...
Sheila's Menu
Sheila's MenuSheila was always there at exactly 5:30 every evening. She stood at a careful angle to the window so that he wouldn’t notice her, but she had a very good view of him. It only took her three nights to have a complete grip on his face. He looked Japanese but he was tall. And. He was very handsome. It was Sheila’s opinion that the menu really wasn’t that interesting but that her handiwork, her calligraphy must have caught his eye. For ten, twenty, thirty minutes every night, he studied her handwriting like he was reading the me...
Today is Not Meant to be Pretty
Today is not meant to be pretty. Today is the day for a fight. Today also has no time for late-comers. Kiyoko makes this clear with her eyes like iridescent beetle wings and wild hand gestures. I navigate the tree she’s perched in like my childhood years on the monkey bars. When I finally bend my ragdoll-limbs into an acrobatic criss-cross-applesauce, she lectures me about native Arizona trees. I’m not listening. I’m surveying the beautiful sunrise projected like a utopian film over the Golden Canyon Golf Course bunkers. They’re sugar-soft and raked clean. But everyone knows this is not a utop...
It's the little things
Making decorations out of construction paper is something that we all have done at some point in our childhood – either during playschool or at churchwww.onedoor.cc or Vacation Bible School or at school. I can’t even count how many paper turkeys, paper Christmas trees or paper Easter eggs that my parents’ refrigerator held over the years.I flunked cutting in kindergarten … so my lines weren’t always straight.So, why in the world, am I, Shay Dawson, trauma fellow at Atlanta Memorial Hospital, sitting in the doctor’s lounge cutting out shapes with construction paper?“Honey Bubby!” Nicholas Morrell, my five-ye...