N is for North

I went North for the cold. I wanted to learn what ice falling from the sky felt like. And I … More

hall of mirrors

I picture myself in a hall of mirrors. My reflection repeated infinitely until imperceptible. Until there’s only darkness. And each … More

eating

Grandmother H rarely sat at the table with us for dinner. Perhaps because her back was bent so badly with … More

a true love

Some–many of my fondest memories involve water. Rain, especially. There was a day when it was pouring. I was at … More