I was in San Francisco, land of brown hills, old Victorian houses, and the TransAmerica Building.  I was a transplant from Boston and worked as a barista at a cafe.  I was young, I was inexperienced – hell, I was … Continue reading Some Small Peace

A few years ago, a woman I know, not well, but someone I have known for a long time, posted a picture on Facebook of men and women holding up signs at a pro-choice rally. They were advocating for the … Continue reading The Story I Don’t Want to Tell

“Hello?”               “Am I speaking with Lauren?”             “Yes.”             “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but you need to come back right now. We just got your blood-test results in. They were late. Our machines were backed … Continue reading Difficult