My Father – A Song
Memories of my father drift and ebb like the movements of the Seine: my childhood with him, the way he glowed when his favorite song played on the radio, and stories he told me of his time in France during World War II…
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Searching for Cranberries in February
In this piece of flash nonfiction, I draw upon the complexities of searching for berries out of season, and how this simple task can become a part of a mother’s love and desire to soothe the yearnings of her pregnant daughter, as well as the grandchild within her womb.