On April 5, 2007, I was anxious and hot and sweating all the time. That was the year of AP Exams and graduation and whatever hazy world...

Ten years ago, I was living in Pittsburgh and coming to the bumpy end of my graduate degree. In the summer of 2007, I forged ahead on my...

High school is a blur, a drunken haze you’ve allowed to dissipate, but not entirely— nothing is ever fully gone. Memories bleed into one...

There are some stark differences between myself today and myself from 2007. I didn't have a dog in 2007. This is the first thing that...

“Do you want to have kids?” It’s March 15, 2007. My girlfriend of the last three months isn’t pushing—though previous girlfriends who’ve...

It’s the end of spring break at USF and I am learning for the first time how a heart fractures and splits. He is the first guy that I...

On a day the world’s women celebrate themselves, Morgina did not turn up to work. Not at her usual time, not even an hour later. Earlier...

Ten months into what would become a ten-year career with the UN’s security service—I was giving serious thought to declaring “fuck this”...

Remembering, February 22, 2007, gives me the vertigo of tumbling through a kaleidoscope. My daughter is two-and-a-half years old. It is a...

I definitely had this narrative for you. I was going to say something such as, it is not much to say that I had never published a book as...