Laura is a lot

My mother wants me to wash a dish the same way she does. First she turns on the faucet with the back of her hand. She squirts a generous...

it is easy to forget how it changes color (gold to ochre, sage to gray) daub particles reconstruct the air then everything a green screen...

the sun rose today. cast shadows long on the floor that grew into warm spots for her to sit in. the air fills her lungs, her little puffs...

I showed up first, (they said I pieced them together) and with chubby white-knuckled fists grabbed whatever I could, like shattered glass...

Birds have always found me when I've needed wings the most. Yesterday one flew to my windowsill and preened her feathers picked at her...

"Our survival depends on accurate recognition of both helpful and hurtful experiences. Remembering that it is not enough to remove cues...

Subtitle: Being loved makes me want to hurl. I wish I could be a page in a book, and I could open it whenever I wanted to remind me who I...

Image credit: James Adams on Unsplash You've carried this dangerous thing you're whole life - the possibility of truth (which some see as...

I'm sure you've heard before that birthdays are weird for adoptees. This one is hitting me especially weird. I'm starting to enter the...

I lived for the Spring. After an eternal Iowa winter, there was truly nothing like the first buds of May – like nature herself was...