Chicago Quarterly Review
Chosen as Notable Essay by Best American Essays, 2019 edition
“If you could have lifted the roof of my house when I was growing up, you would have often found twelve people in the living room, each with their nose buried in a book, and nobody talking to each other.”
The Penmen Review
It was turquoise green with black side panels—a simple sheath in stretchy nylon that fit in a fist. When I tried it on I instantly knew it was mine.
Front Porch Journal
“Here, your allowance.” Mom gives me two and half pesetas, like every Saturday afternoon when we are in San Julián.
“Gracias!” I rush upstairs to put one and a half pesetas in my nightstand, hidden under my journal. The other peseta I keep in my pocket.
Better After Fifty
It had come to this: I wanted friends, and I was ready to spend money to get them.
Wisdom Well
Four years ago, at 57, I quit my plum corporate job to have more time for writing. Everybody said it took a lot of courage, but I knew I still harbored many fears.