Solitary Confinement

This morning was another which found me waking late, overheated and heavily dreaming in the flannel sheets, to the sound of a text coming through my phone. I’d forgotten, again, to switch off the ringer the night before. “No!” I shouted at it, turning it off, then rolling back over, trying to hide but irreversibly,... Continue Reading →

Three Thanksgivings

As I write this, my daughter is zesting oranges gleaned from our neighbor’s tree, which hangs over our driveway and provides us with all the oranges we can reach during two separate seasons of the year. Next to her is my boyfriend Paulie, using coconut cream as a hopeful substitute for butter in his rum-drizzled... Continue Reading →

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