Creative Memoir

The Missing Child

I wake in darkness to find my child gone. The realization comes slowly. Half-awake I reach out a hand to the opposite side of the bed. Grasping, slowly at first then faster, palm flat and fingers spread wide I am feeling the bed expecting a form to be there in the darkness; disbelieving that it [...]

Digging to China

We walked along the beach, my companion and I, on a cloud-filled morning in late autumn. The air was cold and filled with a misty rain. It was the kind of weather that sticks to you; it gets in deep and stays there no matter the layers of clothes you put on. And it was [...]