my white picket life*

To My Daughter at Fifteen

*This is part of my 35 Letters Project. It's an excerpt from something I wrote for a recent birthday. My Dear Sweet M, It’s your birthday! You’re getting older and you’ve all but lost any anticipation for festivity. This realization makes me wistful for the magic of childhood, but I... Read more →

it will never come again (an epitaph)

*This is part of my 35 letters project. It's for my cousin who died 3 years ago, which was much too soon. 7.24.14 Dear Julie, It's been three years since we were laughing together and that number is never going to get smaller. I remember our last moments like a... Read more →

thanks for offering to go to jail for me

*This is the first update on my 35 letters project. So far I've written to five people. See the running list here. One of them is my Uncle T. This is part of his letter. Dear Uncle T, I'm saying goodbye to age 35 by writing letters to people who... Read more →

35 Letters Project

At the end of this month I will no longer be able to stretch the claim in my head that I'm in my early-thirties. I'll be turning 36, which is the only age I've ever dreaded. It distresses me. (Both the number and the fact that I feel this way.)... Read more →