What can you see from the top of Benbulben? Two hundred kilometers is a long way to drive to give someone a hug who has not seen another...

The Business of Feeding People (with Cherries) you do not eat that which rips your heart with joy. –Tom Lux Thinking deeply about the...

Both Sides of Grief Belly breath, a twin to every inhale I ever took in yoga — hands folded above my solar plexus, my back an archway...

Next Time Kneeling to scrub the floor, the tangy smell of vinegar suffuses me, my rag loosens the tiny nibs of dirt ground into wood....

How to Get the Guy between Your Legs to Say You’re Rare and Interesting lose one child / listen to the doctors / try again in eight weeks...

Shelter in Place, 2020 This would have been mid-March, just as we realized we didn’t walk well together, me striding ahead for calories...

Lab Results Friday Evening After Five A little lump—nothing to note—a little cough, nothing to ping anything in a world so askew already....

I’m Something Like a Flower The rich have the best trees. When their children get bored, they’ll go to Utah. Five years have passed like...

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