By Tresa Edmunds I have finally managed to steal a few hours while my son naps. He had surgery to remove his tonsils and adenoids a few days ago, and ever since, he has wanted nothing except my attention. No ice cream could tempt him; popsicles offered no thrill. All he wants for comfort is …
Category: Issue 166
The Sisterhood: Fiction
By Emily Belanger I need dough collapsing between my fingers. I need to feel it shrivel under one jab. When the dough rises and paunches over the sides of the bowl, when it arches in a hopeful mound—then my fist will descend, squishing out the air. These days I’m not sure anything or anyone deserves …
A Double Theft
By L. Hadley Dream 1 I have two kids. Or maybe three. Yes, I think it’s three; it just sometimes seems like two. They are very intelligent children. And young. The eldest is only eleven. They are horrible. I feed them, clothe them, keep them clean. Help them with their ABC’s. Read to them. …