2010 is when I emerged from the tunnel of small children at home to stare, blinking, at the future. I was forty-three years old, and I’d onl

The name of Reuben Jackson’s poetry class, “Bold as Love,” intrigued me even though I had never much valued poetry. I had no accolades, no a

It was only a few months away from the big “40”. Funny, at the time I thought that I was on the verge of the Armageddon....

I am standing outside an amphitheatre in Mansfield, Massachusettes and nothing...

That August, the wind carried away the post-rain steam, leaving the morning cooler. But no such luck today. This feeble breeze barely has gr

I was starting my second attempt at graduate school. The first was back in 2007, a Master’s in Classical Acting from a reputable school in L

This is the day after you said you wanted to talk, and for a week, chaos reigned every part of my insides. Most things in life give warnings

Mom sits in a puffy gray hospital chair next to her bed in the Orchard Manor nursing home in Lancaster, Wisconsin. She leans back, as if she

Ten years ago I was obsessed. It was a little odd, and I can’t explain it, but all I wanted to do, and all I did, was make paintings of frie

I’m reading Kate Walbert’s A Short History of Women by flashlight next to my toddler while he falls asleep. He needs to play with my hair to