Our lives keep score in patterned seconds in spite of our desire to avoid keeping time. The world might have silenced the deafening sound of decision-making by syncing satellites and burning Rome’s numerals in order to make it seem as if it is effortless to carefully consider choices, but there…
Dishes in the sink mean bounteous blessings, and one of my blessings is knowing Denise Dwyer D’Errico. I first met Denise when she released a collection of poetry called A Maze in Grace and I attended her launch party. Denise is such a delight and is truly genuine in her…
The only real reason why I even remember Jim is because of the tree with avocados in his backyard. He lived across the street from us my entire life, and I don’t remember much about him. Jim and his wife lived in the same green house that never changed even when the neighborhood…
I am so honored to feature my friend Lindsay Fischer at her most vulnerable. Thank you, Lindsay — for being so raw and honest even when you are feeling so brokenhearted. My fingers jab at the keyboard with no real reason other than to soothe. To be here, to type,…
The Real World has been a bizarre bogeyman for far too long in my opinion. Wielded by parents to threaten children into cleaning their rooms and mow lawns for decades, the Real World soon slunk its way into the classroom so teachers could dangle it in front of students’ noses…
The change in the seasons has me edgy this year. I can feel an undercurrent running through me that has me looking for Whitman warning me to sing my body electric. I felt its thrill in a breeze that refused to die in a clinging summer’s finger tips just this…
