A mother’s sorrow

March 25, 2015March 25, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

The story so far... Old Wives' Tale She sat by the coal stove, trying to warm her hands. In her lap was a skein of wool yarn, worked from sheep her Mister sheared while they were moving through Tejano, Texas. The clicking of her needles was unrelenting, a rhythm matching the beat of her heart, … Continue reading A mother’s sorrow

Family resemblance

March 23, 2015March 25, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

The story so far... "Family Secrets " and "Reminiscing" "Send them all home, Casper." I took the bundle from him, and sat on the floor, cradling it in my arms. "Whaddya gonna do?" He took off his ball cap and ran his hands through his hair. "I’m not sure yet, but for now just get them … Continue reading Family resemblance

Reminiscing

March 19, 2015March 25, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

When my purchase offer was accepted, I called my mother and told her that I had reclaimed our family home. When I told her that I was planning to live there after it was refurbished, she laughed. She never understood my obsession with the old place. Later, while we sat at her retro Formica kitchen table and sipped … Continue reading Reminiscing

The quickening pollen

March 17, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

As spring pollen clogs rivers and streams, Floating on hot, thick air, So too your vicious secrets Choke the life from me, Clinging to the heart on my sleeve, Gritty and bitter, souring our love. As much as I try to brush it away, It finds every open wound in my devotion, Seeping into cracks … Continue reading The quickening pollen

Family secrets

March 10, 2015March 25, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

When I hung up the phone, my hands were shaking. I don’t know if it was from fear, or excitement, or maybe a little of both. My childhood home, nestled in the bucolic pastures of East Tennessee, was finally for sale. A friend still living in the area called to give me the news. Without … Continue reading Family secrets

Behind door No. 4

February 11, 2015May 11, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

The island guard went house to house rousting drunken vacationers from their debauchery-induced stupor. Curses met any demands to search the property, which were answered with force, as the guard tossed shocked suspects through the tropical hued doors of their bungalows. The revelers gathered at the water’s edge as they watched the guard storm their … Continue reading Behind door No. 4