I never imagined being this old. Does anyone? Let’s take a retrospective through the Big birthdays: When I turned 20 I was a sophomore in college and depressed. I had failed, utterly, to enjoy my teenaged years properly, I was sure of that. I was single and sure I’d die Read more…
My mom always had a garden. Her mom always had a garden before her, and for a time they were one in the same, as we lived with my grandparents. I have fond memories of snapping peas with grandma on the back stoop in the slanting light of an August Read more…
We were at Paine’s Falls on a lovely summer day and I met a girl my age. We were instant best friends, splashing around in the shallow water of the river, gathering good skipping stones and flinging them to sink without a single skip. Our parents, and two or three Read more…
I have 17 blog post drafts, but I don’t feel comfortable posting any of them just now. I’ve been… rather busy. Doing what, you say? Let’s list. I feel simultaneously like I am doing nothing and doing too much. Good news, the test subject thing and the literary review are Read more…
There was an essay contest on the theme of “What is home?” and though I didn’t win, I did end up on the short list. So, here’s what I wrote. A little slice of autobiographic essay. Home is Dinner Every Night Home is a place that repulses. I’m walking down Read more…