You know, it’s funny. Growing up, NYU was my dream school. The pipe dream. The one I could *maybe* get into, but could never afford. The one that, even if I could afford, I’d never be able to attend because I had so much transfer credit. Still, it was nice…

The email was the rumble of thunder in the distance. I felt all the familiar panicky feelings come rushing back--the muscles tensing, coiled for a fight. The tightening in my chest and the shallow, labored breathing. The blinders in my field of vision turn inward, shrinking my peripheral vision. Hard…

I was mindlessly strumming my guitar tonight. I was frustrated with a piece of writing, with the fact that I wasn’t doing more writing, with the endless list of to-dos, with the lectures I haven’t watched and the dishes I abandoned in the sink, drowning in their shallow, watery grave…

I am still learning how to care for this body. "After so long?" you ask--I know, I know. At thirty years old, I am just now learning to feed her when she is hungry. Learning to let her rest when she needs sleep. When to move and when to quit…

“I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.” — James Baldwin Even if I didn’t want to, I’m thinking about the anniversary of September 11th. It’s impossible not to: every radio station is…

I wanted to love you. It’s not your fault. When we met, I wasn’t in a place to give you my full attention. But I want you to know that I wanted to. Does that count for anything? When my company asked me to do a three-month stint, coming home…

The doormat was askew and hastily folded over as I stepped over the threshold. It looked like someone tripped on one of its corners and hadn’t set it right. I’d walked over the very same doormat an hour earlier and didn’t remember tripping. How strange. I unfolded the doormat, and…

I slide my feet in — first one, then the other. It’s been so long since I’ve worn heels that my toes act confused as I squish them into their assigned seats. I feel silly walking around my house in them, clomping down the hall to protect the hardwood. …

I say a prayer of thanksgiving as I pull into the third space from the mall’s entrance — a goddamned miracle. December 23rd and I am booking it to pick out a last-minute present along with the rest of the procrastinating horde. We have cold-numbed extremities and desperation in common…