ROOM ENOUGH BY NATASHA NOAH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 41

I’ve got it all planned out. With the lottery money, I can stay about two weeks in a nice hotel, figure out renting in the historic district, get set up and then move right in, paying the landlord for a year up front. I’ll try to find something furnished, but if I can’t, I’ll just rough it with some scrap furniture. 

MEASURING CUPS BY LUZ PINILLA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE  ISSUE 41

That’s the kind of relationship we had. Pure, simple, happy, and full of sparks. So many times I remember thinking how lucky I was that the person I loved so much also loved me back with the same intensity. (That’s rare, I’ve found.) We had an amazing seven or eight or even nine months, but then around the tenth month things began to change between us, and it wasn’t him. It was me. Or maybe it was both of us, but I was the only one who saw it. I tried to fight it, but when love fades sometimes there’s nothing you can do except step to the side and let it pass, so that’s what I did.