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...

You remember compressed charcoal hemming your fingernails, seams of black refusing to budge no matter how many times you scrubbed after...

He sits at his desk on Thursday, February 15, 2007, probably processing an invoice, or playing a video game on his work computer, or, if...

February 8th, 2007. It’s 12 p.m. and I’m standing behind the bar of the high-end restaurant that I’ve managed for the last several years....