Category: 2024
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August 25th, & other endings
I spent some years of my twenties tethered to a single storyline in my life. It’s the one in which after false starts, and false stops, and what you like to call bad timing, you can love the person you believe you want to, or should, or have all this time. It’s the ‘one day’…
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July 31st, Imagined Endings
There is reason to believe I have become overconfident here, I swim across the municipal lake from the unpatrolled side, I cross the streets between tram lights and street lights that might be green or might be yellow but I’m going, anyway, I catch the 3-line instead of the 160 as Google Maps has directed…
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June 16th, In Writing
I know it’s not very zen of me, but I have been living in next January. Next January, I’ll move back to my beloved Marin hills. I’ll get a set of Eggshell pasta bowls from East Fork, they’re speckled, and they’ll compliment the dark wood paneling of the studio I’ll find, they’ll compliment the redwoods…
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May 18th, Comings & Goings
I find myself in a Starbucks in Annapolis, Maryland, it’s the capital, which I remember because it’s one of the capitals in the 5th grade States & Capitals deck that is not the city you’d expect. Salem, Oregon. Lansing, Michigan. Carson City, Nevada. Olympia, Washington. But I’d no less expect to be in Baltimore than…
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March 30th, Ways of Being
There were a couple of farmhouse summers that suffered from ant infestations. I wish I was exaggerating when I say infestations, but I assure you, I am not. If Mom was telling this story, she would remember the ants as only a minor inconvenience. But this time I am telling it. The infestations lined the…
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