Unpacking the Attic: Home in Eight Vignettes
Technically my third home, but my memories begin here.
Roads: Untaken, Taken
But I will often retrace the roads and words I’ve taken and exhale, exultant.
Onward and Upward
The laughter flowed freely, as if the devastation of the last few days had dammed it up until it burst from us all at once.
To the Future Residents of Apartment 508
Looking around the space, a constellation of memories appear.
Seven Years
Seven years later, I am now in Grand Rapids again, which is a kind of beautiful, full-circle moment.
Nizhoni
The house is, by nature, transient.
Seasonal Attention
Under the Madison Street bridge, the tree that grows sideways suddenly popped flowers that smelled like corn tortillas.
Ten Facades
There are no miscalculations or extraneous details—things are only borrowed or loaned between neighbors.
On Being a Good Tenant
I care a lot about things like that. I want people to remember good things about me.
Pray-mantising
The next morning she was clutching the screen door with her dainty insect toes.
