May 02nd, 2018
When I started to lose Jesus, or, at least, losing was how it felt at the time, I was…
Sep 05th, 2017
It always starts with something small. Someone laughs and lights a firework, and in a series of only moments…
Feb 08th, 2017
I think of the roundness of the word off my lips when whispered to Fable, the full-bodied us-ness that sweetens its core. I think of the history fluttering like...
Sep 07th, 2016
There are two, currently, on the top bunk, reading aloud to each other in sister-hush whispers, and two, mother and son, curled somewhere dreaming below me on the bottom...
Aug 15th, 2016
There was a sunrise, once when I was young-flailing and sure of nothing, that began with fogged windows in a borrowed car. The sun rose, and we gathered...
Feb 14th, 2016
Here is how to fall in love when your heart has been broken:
Begin with leaves. Crush just a little on the magic of a wildfire fall, the red...
Oct 25th, 2015
Let’s promise each other we won’t be wasted. Maybe it begins with making our beds in the morning, opening…
Oct 10th, 2015
When I am an old woman, I will stand bare-skinned in swimming pool locker rooms, wrinkle-folded, freckled, raw and…
Jul 22nd, 2015
Listen – I have a lot of feelings. When you write to me that you welled up or dropped…
Jun 03rd, 2015
I’m a lot of things, but I’m absolutely not a musician. Before we go any further, let me warn…