Category: Nonfiction
- January 6, 2023
To my daughter After a week-long bacchanalia, we gather on a patch of graveled dirt. Exhausted from nights of sleeping on the floor, you realize this is the end of the road–the last gasp of high school. At your
- January 6, 2023
The urgent phone call comes when you least expect it, and suddenly you are running out of your house—dishes in the sink, mail half-opened, shoes untied—to drive as fast as you can to the hospital, to sit with a
- January 6, 2023
I once heard someone give a talk about our origins. About how we’re not from a stereotyped place, but rather from a locality. We live local, learn all the customs and internalize all the rules, take out the trash
- June 3, 2022
On my phone, I see a letter from an editor while I listen to the kettle boil. I get them every day. I’m a struggling writer and, aside from coffee, the most rewarding way to begin my morning is
- June 3, 2022
Nutty Banana, Guava Sunrise, Berry Berry, Coconut Passion, Tropical Paradise. I clock into the smoothie shop at the same time every day. There’s usually already a line at the register when I walk in. The countertop, home to our
- June 3, 2022
2019: Danny and I are sitting in his mother’s living room on Christmas morning in 2019. The fire crackles behind me as we swap presents with his mother and brothers. Our pajama-clad bodies pass gifts to each other under
- March 16, 2022
Since this is a story about a road trip, I feel obligated to mention we weren’t supposed to take this road trip. About a month before my college move-in, my dad bought three plane tickets from San Francisco to
- March 16, 2022
Your daughter was always the first to be dropped off in the mornings and one of the last students to get picked up by five. She was a tornado. She spun from corner to corner to corner of the
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