The House on Elizabeth Lane
Remember when Grandma, a model of self-restraint, shrieked so loudly you could hear her from across the lake?
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.
The Coward’s Prayer
Kindle patience within when the spark of impulse bursts upon me.
The Pleasant Company of Strangers
Like most people around the world, I have not attended a live performance in months.
To the Future Residents of Apartment 508
Looking around the space, a constellation of memories appear.
Overheard in Fremont
The men greeted one group member by erupting “Herman the German!” when he walked in the door.
Salad Days
To be sure, I found several things that made me cringe. But I also found a lot of things to love.
When You Became a Toddler
You became a toddler during the pandemic.
Could be Louder, Could be Clearer
For years I had found my most vivid and intimate joy through sound.
Jammed
I did not need thyme. Or brown sugar. Or the lime.
