I once heard of a psychological phenomenon called “missing tile syndrome.” The idea is that if you walk...
The layers of abnormal are adding up. I’m snowblowing my driveway in the darkness before dawn—the whipping wind...
Two months of quarantine. And counting. On a Thursday afternoon, I’m looking for new ways to feel alive,...
It was the best vacation I’d ever experienced, but I couldn’t figure out why until I looked down...
This blog space was birthed out of gratitude. In 2011, I was in the midst of a reckoning...
It’s nearing the end of summer vacation, and I’m out of ideas. For my kids, ages eight and...
A few weeks ago, a friend laid an unfinished poem called “Holding the Baby” at my feet and...
Tuesday morning. I awake with loud ringing in my right ear. I stick my finger in it. Wiggle...
The pain stabbed me awake. Near midnight, on an ordinary Sunday evening, I awoke to the feeling of...
The waves will wash us away. I’m walking along the beach on the West coast of the United...
