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
Letter to my younger self Dear very young Danielle, Have fun and smile just as much as you used to but don’t be such a
Hush Child and listen (rough draft) You don’t listen enough and sometimes you listen too much so that you are underlistening and sometimes overlistening–what is
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