Tagged: youth

fiction about cancer 0

The Mondays

Short Story I was told I was dying on a Monday morning. Mondays are usually just a lame excuse to be grumpy or bitchy, but I think I had a legitimate excuse to have...

Looking Back, short story about generations 0


Short Story Grandmother sits in her hospital bed, tracing the veins down her arms. They are a spectacular blue tonight, a shade she hadn’t seen before. Especially the one on her ring finger, twisting...



Haibun Mandy — dressed in black — welcomes a line of guests. They fill the Suffern Library Meeting room to capacity. Her boys, in their dark suits, sit next to her weary mother on...