from the perspective of your daughter, twelve years from now I was Daddy’s girl until I found out that Daddy had another girl and another …
Don’t Text Him by Kate Foley
Don’t text him. Don’t call him at 2 AM. Don’t think he is your cure. You can’t keep dialing through men as if they are …
July by Kate Foley
Summer means warm rain and you asking me if I like it. It doesn’t mean sitting on a patch of shaded sidewalk smoking cigarettes even …
If My Brother Was a Writer by Kate Foley
He’d spill a novel about how the only time I told him his art was beautiful was when the whites of my eyes were on …
How to Do What Feels Right, Right Now by Kate Foley
Always put on lipstick, even if you don’t leave the house. Donate your spare change to a homeless woman with a dog. Have fries with …
When You Know You Are Losing Each Other by Kate Foley
They are in the basement of a heated house. It is their last night before her airplane comes and he is avoiding her head on …