Ten years ago I ranked at 988th pinhead worldwide and 22nd pinhead woman.  We called ourselves The Pinbabes of NYC’s varsity league.

It was almost Halloween when I swallowed cannabis edibles for the first time.

clever mountains whose swoops and hollows measured time in a universe-sized drumbeat

"I found this little letter from ten years ago..."

At my feet, she sat, stared up. She had no collar. Her eyes were urgent: "So—let's go home already."

"We wanted to make something beautiful."

I don’t like revisiting Ten Years Ago.

"I smelled like tobacco, unwashed hair, and samples of tester perfume..."

"I was sitting at one end of a huge eight-seater table in the dining room at my brother’s house, located out in the countryside..."

It was hot. Every July day in Missouri is hot.