Primary Sources

"He wishes to be a poet and she becomes a primary source for his sensual research"

The cognac was cheap, the hotel room cheaper, but her laugh was a salve I’d have paid my last dime to hear. It was a low, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate right through the thin wall at my back....

Helping my Mother’s Friend

"She had just moved into a new home and needed help and I was happy to give her aid and more"

The silence in the bathroom was deafening, broken only by the hiss of the shower spray hitting the tile floor. Steam was already beginning to curl in the air, veiling her in a soft, ethereal mist. My heart hammered against...