my daughter

There's a memory, deep under heavy blankets of shame and shudder. I am sixish. My family has just returned home from a vacation at the beach, and my dad is…

Yep, I understand my webby mental soup of language and emotion often finds voice in literature. It was slightly disorienting to be on my first honeymoon (I've had just two…

What comes next is terrifying. Even if it's more of the same, "hurry up and wait." I am tired of waiting. Tired of lack. Tired of disrespect and ignorance running…