“Samantha is going to change your site this weekend—whether you like it or not—because mommy and I will be on vacation. Wouldn’t you rather she practiced while we’re still here?”
Buzzing Bella: Part II
Buzzing Bella
I babysit for a little girl named Bella* with brown, curly hair and an adorably raspy voice two sizes too big for her. She’s four-years-old, stubborn, impetuous, and an absolutely brilliant liar.
A Tale of a Type 1 Diabetic in Turkey
I managed to get through security quickly, board the plane without any problems, and take off precisely on time. Everything was going exactly as planned; until, of course, I actually arrived in Turkey.
Chromaticity
There’s a Crayola spectrum made just for me. It’s unfair to pick one, when I could have three!
Ms. Mercurial
I call you from the airport to say I’m leaving town. You ask, “to where?” and I hold my breath, drowning in the silence…
This is How You Heal
You let the pain in your chest reach a crescendo until you’re wailing; pillow soaked, eyes swollen, lungs heaving. Your pain is poison coursing through your veins and extraction is the only antidote.
Better Places
Four days ago, my 90-year-old grandfather passed away. He was a gentleman, war hero, father of two, and grandparent to eight. He’s in a better place now. At least that’s what I’m told.
Samantha Willner 