Friday, August 15, 2014

Broken Circles

I take off my wedding ring. Beneath it, the skin is white and smooth, like a scar. Contrary to what is said on your wedding day, circles do have a beginning and an end. They can even be broken. You have to look closely for the cracks. That's the spot where if you pull hard enough and tug long enough, it will snap off. The two sides will never meet again, at least not precisely the way it lined up before.

Thursday, August 14, 2014


The water is really electric blue, I thought to myself as the cruise ship docked at the Royal Dockyards in Bermuda. I can't wait to float on my back in those waters.

I had left New York City where the humidity weighed down on my skin like a hot, damp towel. Fire trucks and ambulances shrieked down Broadway. The hot air making the sirens louder. The sound bouncing from building to building.

Yes, electric blue. The salty waters will be easy to float in and when the water covers my ears, all I'll hear is my heart beat.