Author: Caryn

  • Bloody Abandonments

    Teeny tiny abandonments add up; they sound polite, but land like a finger slammed in a door. “That’s not how things are done.” “I don’t have the bandwidth.” “I can’t do that.” The pretense that circumstances have tied the speaker’s hands is never true in my book. There must be something I can do. The…

  • A Little Refrain

    On a family trip, I needed to take a private plane between two airports—not like the private planes you see on TV, but the kind crop dusters use. I already didn’t like turbulence, and I couldn’t imagine liking it. My sister-in-law told me to imagine I was riding a horse. I don’t know if it…

  • And I Make Seven

    By the edge of a wild sea lived seven brothers with their mother. After their father was lost to a storm, she forbade them to fish. But the boys grew hungry, and at last she could no longer hold back. “Go,” she said. “But if you lose even one of you, don’t come back.” They…

  • Is Liz…a Bitch?

    Here’s a lesson I’ve never quite mastered: letting go of a point. Back in the day, my friend Tricia and I were up late organizing a rally and various protests. It was after midnight, and I was ranting about one of our leaders’ baffling behavior—how annoyed I was. My friend Tricia had her baseball cap…