My two-stage count of neurosisI have a routine that I run through some days. Perhaps a bit neurotic, but I pass it off as nostalgic and comforting even if I know it’s…Feb 9, 2022Feb 9, 2022
The Semester of Magical Thinking“It’s easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends,” wrote Joan Didion. I marked this page with a sticky note and…Feb 1, 2022Feb 1, 2022
my rings clatter into the porcelain disk atop my dresser.tonight the tree-lined suburban roads were ugly. the glow of the tungsten streetlights spilled onto the cold highway like acid. the air of…Mar 10, 2021Mar 10, 2021
As we drive these familiar roads home, Mom,I can’t stop the tears from spilling onto my cheeks.Mar 10, 2021Mar 10, 2021
