Author: Sara Wright

I almost passed out during dance today. It was either a hot flash or…a hot flash caused by something other than hormones. But I felt both dizzy and sweaty and I thought a couple of times: “I hope the class will help me if I pass...

I am grounded in naiveté: It took me six tries to spell it right. I can’t find Ernest Hemingway’s 23 quotes on writing in Pocket where I saved them. My anxiety combs the roof. No! I don’t have time to try and learn a new...

Two shocks of white hair descend from the side door of the couple’s neighboring house and disappear behind our tall white fence. In February, during Lent around this time last year, the man of this pair attacked Christopher. He...

Awakening from the riveted furrows of dreams, I walk out of the room I share with my beloved into an early pre-dawn. The new microwave, installed yesterday, glows like a beacon of modern fidelity. I’m letting my ego go at long...

I want to flower too, said the voice of consciousness last night. Actually, all it said was my name: Sara. But it was as though I spoke to myself from deep within. Yes, yes? Yes? I tried to hear more, but the voice quiets again...