Okay, I admit it. We’re old. No spring chickens in our roost. Even if we didn’t realize we had passed the “forever young” age, our kids have kept us informed. Right before COVID-19 hit, they sat us down to
Category: Nonfiction
Sometime in 1998, the doctor entered the room as if he wasn’t about to deliver me the worst news of my life. But, he nonchalantly sat on his stool, opened up my case file and flippantly frowned. He looked
Tempted to oblige, shyly or otherwise As a student, I was not entirely unsuspecting, with a burning intensity under the surface, a blur of anticipation. On the verge of waking up from lifelong introversion and slumbers, I wanted
My brother Michael is the middle child in our family. If you are a middle child or have one, you know what that means, and I’m so sorry. Mike doesn’t always make the greatest decisions. Sometimes he doesn’t even
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
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
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
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
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
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