Love on Wheelz

I have a routine. Every night, before bed, I find something on Netflix and open up a blank document. I try to write, but I can’t. I’m lonely, I get distracted. There’s brief flashes of what I want to write, but it’s impossible to focus. The loneliness washes over me and creates a ball of [...]

The agency never did find someone to work that one weekend shift, so Corie worked it. She wasn’t happy about it, but she had volunteered. Everything went fine that night, we thought. But apparently not because the last time we heard from her was Monday morning when she called to say she was gonna be [...]

 Dear son, you have no idea how proud we are of you. We know that you’ve worked hard to get where you are. But sometimes we have to accept our limitations, I know that’s never easy for you. There’s no shame in moving back home. If you move back, we can help you. What if [...]

The day after we had confronted Kumba about sleeping, I got a call from the director of the agency, Michelle. I think I had just gotten out from some kind of midterm and was exhausted. “Hey, Michelle.” I said wearily, a call from the office was never good. It was almost always because a nurse [...]

My mom has always been overprotective of me, understandably so. She ripped on anyone that she felt was mistreating her baby and she developed a reputation. A lot of people were afraid of her temper, including Amber. This fear makes people listen to her. No matter how much I’ve tried to tell her to back [...]

  The very first day nurse we had was Chola. Chola was an older Nigerian lady with a very quiet disposition and frazzled hair. She was short and always had what can best be described as a fuchi face. Like someone perpetually farted on it. She walked slowly and hunched over, she was the essence [...]

The first nurse we had was a tall Nigerian woman in her fifties with braided hair. She went by “Peace” and was always grinning. Every time I asked for something, made banal chit-chat or took a shit, that creepy grin was always there. It was like she was saying, “Yeah, I work for you now, [...]

I’ve been trying to write this story for a few months now, but I just can’t seem to get it “right”. There’s so many layers that I’m not sure where to start. So I guess I’ll start from the beginning. “Wow, you have a lot of stuff.” my mom was watching Amber put her things [...]