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...

Dear Sarah, I see you there, sitting in the yellow club chair with your knees pulled up into your arms, gazing out of the window onto...

We’re sleeping in these days, both looking for work. I’ve just finished adjuncting at a community college in Chicago Heights, teaching...