John

John

There he was. I’d seen him more than once before. Sitting outside in his wheelchair, scruffy, stinky, and smoking a cigarette. But this time, I spoke to him instead of simply walking by. You see, as I entered the building code to access this nursing and rehab...
What We Do

What We Do

We have evolved. The school year started in August 2019. Phillip was an English teacher at a Language Institute, and I welcomed the new academic year as a curriculum writer at an all-girls’ school in Dubai. By October, I was made redundant and found myself...
That Feeling of Doom

That Feeling of Doom

I’ve been doing okay with this COVID 19 thing until today. Today I felt the burden of the world’s hurt and anxiety weighing on my own heart. Watching videos out of Italy drilled home the reality of what is coming to America; seeing patients piled up in...
Doldrums

Doldrums

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The hours pass by. The walls of my apartment feel far too close. Staying inside and away from others shouldn’t feel difficult because it’s not. And yet, it is. There is something in the human spirit that doesn’t like to be...