Another vacation comes to a close

I fly home today feeling renewed yet oddly as if I never left. Something about boarding the plane โ€” I remember that old, familiar aloneness and anticipate the fabricated order of things โ€” no less so abroad than at home, I know. Yet there I am foreign and expect a...

Take It All Back

โ€œ[Michael] Skinnerโ€™s own research in animals suggests changes to the epigenome, a swirl of biological factors that affect how genes are expressed, can be passed down through the generations.โ€ โ€” โ€œA Painful Legacy,โ€ by Andrew Curry in Science (19 July...

The Joy of Burnout

Iโ€™ve returned to blogging and publishing after a 3-year hiatus. My break was unexpected. In December 2018, I completed a weekly, year-long online project devoted to recovery from sexual trauma. I began 2019 diligently turning this material into a book. I was...

Morning Blues

Falling backwards into a glassy sea I begin my descent cradled by silver droplets of my own respiration. Midmorning sun frolics about the sandy bottom while sea worms dart in and out of safety โ€”natureโ€™s metronomes keeping time for the sun’s flickering rays....

If Only

If the grief had been more clear and the light stain of tears not mistaken for the dusting of a spring shower a word may have been uttered, a gesture made, and that aimless gravel road would not have beckoned a young girl drawing closed like a hibiscus with the chill...

By the Light of Night

I lie in bed waiting for morning in the nadir of winter. I remember I forgot to destroy the hornetsโ€™ nest and throw aside the warmth to head barefoot into the crisp cold. The hornets appear dead except for white sacs attached to their abdomens, as if at any moment one...

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