More Essays
Monkey Bars
Whatever is in that closet is the final tether to the daughter I once had before she went no-contact.
And So We Walk
All my life, I wish someone would wrap me like a bread loaf to keep my arms from losing themselves and then tuck me into a space not so bright,
On Other Shores
I’m humbled by a grace that continually reminds me of how very deep all our lives run, the need for acceptance, the distance we’ve come and have yet to go.
Epiphany
I’d spent a lifetime keeping a mental tally of all the things that my mother did not teach me.
Selective Hearing: Now Available in Bluetooth
I’m starting to think selective hearing isn’t a problem as much as an evolutionary advantage.
The Buzzcut: A Story of Rebellion and Self-Discovery
But at thirteen, all I saw was someone who made a buzzcut look like poetry.
The Frankenstein Bike
Bike, for me, meant one step closer to Me, to Adult, to Man, but I didn’t know how to explain this to her.
25 Weeks
There’s also the question “Is your stomach larger?” to which I wish to retort “Am I pregnant or not?” and “I’ll let you know if I miscarry in which case
Newly Repaired
Life doesn’t have an Undo button, but this felt a little like a reset. A restoration. Providence.
A Night with Poet Robert Pinsky
After the session was over, what did those of us who were there remember? I remember the poet, his face, his voice.
