‘It’s Not The End’
It's not the end. I get up to grab my slippers from the bedroom. I deserve a drink, I think, then walk to the fridge and grab a bottled beer....
‘Welcome to Alamo’
What was left of the Oberhauser family moved to Madrid in 1977. It was planned as a two-year stay after which they'd go back to Germany, yet, when Baldur Oberhauser...
‘The Life of a Gate’
The gate’s hinges don’t screech anymore. The gate doesn’t rattle, bouncing up and down with a bigger chance to fall each time rather than reaching its 180 degrees of comfortable...
‘Oma’s at Christmas’
“It’s sad.” “No, no it’s not, I'm so over it,” he says. He plucks the Christmas ornaments out of sturdy, real-life pine stems as I watch. My gut churns, making...
‘On Change and Chocolates’
Helmut is a name that makes me smile - it reminds me of metal, of a sturdy armour, a helmet. Helm in German, and mut like courage, heart, spirit. The...
‘Escaping La Percha’
It's Sunday, light and airy, and I'm wearing a dress that is just right. It's soft, short sleeved, it covers enough of my body that I'm warm with the window...