Coming Back for the Moon

When I first stood in White Sands National Monument, I thought distinctly that it would also be the last time. … More

Nesting On the Road

Stay sentimental. There’s a thrill in the new and the foreign, but small tokens of your life are, in part, … More

Could I fill a small box with all the memories I have of you? If I turned each one into … More

I am counting the seconds, one two three four five six seven eight nine ten. At Magic Jewelry, on Centre Street … More

When I went away for school, I described the feeling as growing new flesh. Everything was new, and it stung … More