“Ken and Barbie?” I snorted, looking down at my swollen belly encased in my husband’s sweats. I was as big as a house. Granted, a small...

Night was always easier. Nobody passed by and pointed fingers, commenting on my hideous color, sagging porch, the general air of...

Another wave of nausea hit as Johanna stared at the small basket of leftovers on her table. She turned her back and tried to breathe...

March, 2003 I stared at my ring finger. Something looked different. Off, somehow. I peered closer and felt my heart plummet to my toes. My diamond. It was gone. The same diamond my love had given to me on bended knee. The same diamond that I had worn with joy throughout the last eleven years of marriage. The ring was still there, but the prongs held only air, void of sparkle and meaning. The children's voices grew faint as I thought through the day. So many errands run,