The Keys That Open Nothing

I often met the President at my tours, and heard senior staff calling the protestors "rats who need to be killed"...No one there suspected that I supported the revolution...

Notes From a Veteran Querier

If you’ve written a book and want to publish through a traditional publisher, you’ll need a literary agent and to get one, you’ll need...

Some Girls Have All the Luck, Some Girls Have All the Pain

The week I read Emily May’s essay collection Some Girls, I visit the Wayne Thiebaud exhibit “Art Comes From Art” at the Legion of...

Tupperware

There are three houses. One, two, three. All next to each other in one straight line. A mini neighborhood just for us, just for...

The Art of Letting Go

I followed our moving van over Boston's Tobin Bridge from Gloucester, Massachusetts. I was newly divorced; my four-year-old boy was belted into his car...

Dinner Party

“Dinner at 7?” Kristin texts and out of habit I find the thumbs-up emoji and hit send. But then it’s 6:50 and Acadia calls...

The Gift

For my first birthday with you, you gift me The Prophet by Khalil Gibran. You know I’m a poet and have been reading each...

Serena and Judy Go Bowling

I. Judy had broken up with her girlfriend and Serena had agreed to go drinking with her, to commiserate. Judy envisioned a tearful, sloppy bender...

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The Essentials

Happy Friday

Night Flight to L.A.

Insomnia Chronicles LVI

The night is full of insomniacs googling insomnia. Yesterday an osprey was treading air in the same square meter of sky. We were sitting...

Sanctuary

Animation

In Our Image

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