November 19, 2019

Every Square Inch

By Elisa Morgan

We'd already reviewed the upstairs and the main floor when I opened the door to the basement and led my new friend down to the final rooms in my home. She was there to help me remove pieces from each room in preparation for selling my ho...

October 22, 2019

Arriving by Leaving

By Elisa Morgan

More than forty years ago, I loaded suitcases and boxes into the trunk of my Cutlass (white with a burgundy vinyl roof) and carefully wedged houseplants (an airplane plant, a non-blooming Christmas cactus and a straggly avocado tree) i...

September 24, 2019

Everybody's Got Something

By Elisa Morgan

She walked ahead of me into the meeting, finishing a call and then tucking her phone into her designer bag. Adorable outfit. Long and perfectly coiffed curls. Just the right amount of polish over her being. Across the table from...

August 20, 2019

Connected to Connection

By Elisa Morgan

I heard heavy footsteps approaching behind me and instinctively moved to the right side of the park's concrete path. Something sounded odd in the pace. I turned just as they passed: an elderly man, conversing on a mobile phone, whi...

July 30, 2019

Girls with Guts

By Elisa Morgan

I was up a tree. Literally. On a two-foot square platform. Hooked to a rope above my head that extended from "my" tree out MANY feet to the next closest tree that didn't look close at all. And I was supposed to walk across another rope to...

July 2, 2019

A Pledge and a Prayer

By Elisa Morgan

I stood erect, next to my child-sized desk and concentrated on my right hand. The alignment of my fingers, stretched straight together. The placement of my hand over my heart on the left side of my chest. Was that where my heart lay...

June 11, 2019

Beloved

By Elisa Morgan

From my blanketed perch in a window seat of an international flight, I looked out at the cloud castles and mused over the preceding several days. Even in the quiet of my seat, a whirl of languages echoed in my ears. Spanish. English. Italian. And...

April 16, 2019

The Sharp Edges of the Cross

By Elisa Morgan

When we were finally seated at our corner table for two, we scanned the menu and struggled with pronunciations. Our lunch arrived and we picked up forks and speared into our helpings - hers "quenelles" (fish dumplings), mine a...

March 26, 2019

Comparing

By Elisa Morgan

I scroll down, down, down my Instagram feed. Bright and beautiful faces grin winsomely at me. I recognize one author after another speaker after another friend after another famous someone-or-other. All hip. All on-their-game. All trending more...

February 26, 2019

Does It Count?

By Elisa Morgan

She approached me with great hesitance and then, once she opened her mouth, her question tortoise-crawled from her lips. "So ... if you're diagnosed with cancer one month, undergo treatment the next and are pronounced cured the following mo...

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