
Sisters in Oblivion
When I was in my twenties, I couldn’t understand how my grandmother kept losing things. Continue reading Sisters in Oblivion
When I was in my twenties, I couldn’t understand how my grandmother kept losing things. Continue reading Sisters in Oblivion
It’s a manifesto for a new style of writing, the anti-novel, more like a collage, which is reflective of today’s world. Continue reading Bright Splinters: Notes from Reality Hunger
Yes, in the 80s, we wore miniskirts, but we didn’t pair them with stilettos and crop tops, looking like we just walked off the set of Gossip Girl. Continue reading Beyond the Rainbow
When I’m wondering if my college-aged daughter made it home safely from a party, I have to realize it is a form of worry, not a real fear. Continue reading Unraveling the Worry Beads