Carol Ornstein – Writer
2 MINI have been writing for as long as I can remember. It has always been my sanctuary, a place to make sense of my feelings and observations.
2 MINI have been writing for as long as I can remember. It has always been my sanctuary, a place to make sense of my feelings and observations.
3 MINIn my early 20s, I followed a boy from Los Angeles to Cleveland. At the time, I believed I was madly in love with him. What I was truly seeking was the comfort and love of a family. “Jerry” came from sturdy stock, second-generation Italians on both sides. I craved being part of a gaggle…
< 1 So peaceful, quiet
< 1 Little girl, finding comfort in your big strong arms
< 1 There is a certain time of day
< 1 We met I giggled
2 MINMe: Dear Stress, thank you for being such a big part of my life
2 MINI was ten when Suzanne moved into the house down the block. She had four young children, a warm laugh, and a way of listening that made you feel like you had said something important. Her home was the opposite of mine. There was music instead of shouting. Books open on tables. Dinner where people…
6 MINIt was dinnertime and I was expected home. I was eight years old. The sun was setting, and the street was quiet. Most families were already inside, at their dinner tables, talking about their day. I could peer into windows lit softly, glowing amber gold. I imagined children being asked about their day, parents listening…
2 MINToday was brutal.