I Can’t Shut Up About My Shell Pot
The urge to stick shells to objects is nearly irresistible.
Closing My Eyes
What actions are actually rest for me these days, and what are just a means to while away the time?
How to Throw a Great Party
You need the right blend of ‘we all know each other, but there is room for something wild to happen.’
A Reunion in Six Parts
I introduced myself and finally learned my inverse’s name: Brooke.
I Was a Blonde…
I was blonder than I had ever been for my wedding, which—admittedly—was a bit of an accident.
We Sent Your Car to Live On a Farm
Last year, it got towed while I was in line at the DMV on my birthday.
A Letter to My Daughter (I’m Having One)
We’ll likely wake earlier when you arrive, of course, but for now I am savoring the late mornings.
Rebuilding Beautiful
It means so much to me that I can hardly bear to let other people know that I’m struggling to keep it afloat.
At Pickerel Lake Again
I don’t talk as much as I used to on these walks.
I’ll Just Be in the Parking Lot, Struggling
And if I had started to feel faint, I’m not sure I would have let her see.
