Our Monumental Mothers
What is it about the Midwest that makes us want to erect huge statues to very young and famous teen mothers?
What Day Is It?
I cuddled up in her guest bed and thought, You know, taking trips isn’t so bad.
Letting Myself Love Friends
I try not to take Letterboxd too seriously, but I do anyway.
Hold Your Fire
But this year I learned that Dad had found her the next weekend, fifty yards from my stand.
Artifacts From Susie
She has taught me to use a sewing machine about six different times. It never sticks.
Some Good Adventures in Space and Time
Also there’s a sentient universe that’s a frog.
Walking Through Time
The grass was green, fading to tan as it does during winter in the South; 160 years ago the ground would have been stained with blood.
Much Ado About Nothing
Teachers always have some vague notion about how it’s going to be the most “relatable” of the plays—and the relative lack of bloody deaths and disturbing family dynamics is just a bonus.
Tannenbaum Days
I readied myself to finally be the one disappearing into the muddy vegetation while my siblings made sideline sports commentary about my efforts.
Welcome to Eden
She has yet to shred her first roll of toilet paper, or textbook, or slipper.
