6. STUCK IN TRAFFIC Brakes slammed hard! Traffic comes to a halt! The ambulance light flashes as it navigates on the emergency lane.   Cannot move forward or reverse. Stuck in traffic! Claustrophobic , confined to the interior of my vehicle. The heat rises from…

Her husband reminds her to go to the store. She goes, holding her purse. She browses the clearance aisle. And suddenly, the world spins. Colors blur. Her body resembles an earth quake. Walls go up in her head. And she can’t remember how to breathe….

A single touch is all it takes, To make sparks fly, And cause nerves to quake, A wave of your wand, And I’m head over heels, And I can’t breathe, once your light has shone onto me, Like pulling a rabbit out off a hat,…

THAT NIGHT I remember the harsh words The fever pitch screaming The need to flee and find a place Of peace. I drove away Not knowing where to go Just following the painted lines on the asphalt Reflecting in the moonlight. Or maybe Reflected in…

Hello? Yes, I am here. Can you see me? I am trapped. Could you free me? Please? Oh — yes — and thank you —

We raced through the jungle trails on a motorcycle, faceless men, clad in black, chasing us. Throwing stars at us from their Ducati’s, you were finally saving me. We spun around a corner, your father’s houseboat docked within the marsh. Safety, at last! There was…

from the high shelf of a dainty toy store the pretty doll looks on as kids of all ages smile and play and take home their new playmates friends, even best friends for life ( or until they overgrow them) but that’s all she does…

A long time ago I broke my foot chugging whiskey after being horribly unfunny professionally it didn’t look good on me so I tried on another pair of shoes And fell backward over a curb   I used to have trouble staying still not walking…

We knew we’d have to draw on all our reserves of strength while my husband was undergoing a stem cell transplant. We would be staying 100 miles away from home for 2 months, immersed in a cancer treatment center, surrounded by cancer patients and medical…

That Monday in Algiers The door would not unlock. No key in my pocket. No cell phone so many years ago to call my white knight I knocked ~ timid, tentative, as if the knock spoke another unlearned language, not even my resurrected Français ~…