For 19 years I’ve wandered Paris, one eye marveling at the city above, the other scanning befouled sidewalks before me. The most...

Immediately I recall my rote biographical information: 20 years old, between junior and senior years of college, an English major, a...

It’s 2:06 p.m. The summer solstice. I’m sitting at my desk at the Vermont Lung Association, where I work as an administrative assistant....

It is a curious thing to recognize one is old enough to refer to experiences as being decades past, and to still have a vivid memory of...

I. Present The universe has red yarn strung around our ankles connecting us; not the you and I, but all of us. II. Past I’ve lost my...

It’s mid-afternoon, and you’re folding laundry on the tile floor of your mother’s living room. Everywhere else in Florida is a sauna....

Under my desk, a thick red panic button patiently awaits danger. In the back corner of our Skid Row office, to the right past the...

I make very little money at the insurance firm, around $16,000 a year. My co-workers eat out every day. No one ever asks me along, which...

According to Facebook, on May 31st, 2007, at 2:09 am, I was “full-up with excitement.” I don’t know what about, but I’m guessing it had...

Pajamas are my new uniform. I’ve been wearing them daily since I was fired for stealing and have taken-up residence on my couch. Every...