For me, the center of my house was the kitchen. At first our kitchen was this dreadful afterthought of a growth hung onto the side
A book of healing. A book of sensibility. A book that explains how our earth got so crazy. The book I want to read that
I wish words would fly by me like butterflies and land softly on my page. I wish words would tap me on the shoulder and
I am from the asphalt in my knees when I fell off my bike and also from rice krispie treats and Hawaiian punch at Bible
My mother had a real knack of embarrassing her children on a regular basis. She is and always has been a real piece of work.
Gentle Readers, I started a podcast with my friend Charla a few weeks ago titled STFU: We are not done talking yet. We discuss current
It doesn’t matter that I last saw you six months before you died. I wanted to come see you one more time but I was
One of my earliest body memories is when I was 6. My family was going away for the weekend with our friends. It was Labor
When I was 22 years-old I moved to San Francisco from New Jersey. I arrived for a visit but in less than two weeks I
There is a pot on the stove, steam rising. A dry smell emits itself and the children ask, “What’s for dinner?” Potatoes and Chicken. Potatoes
I think it’s brave that you go to Whole Foods even though you might run into someone you know and have an awkward conversation about
Where I am from (I really wish I had more photos–working on it) I am from the Hackensack River and its tributary, the creek which
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