To the Teacher Who Threw a Desk
My elementary school years are long dark hallways jostling and crowded with pain. One day I will write about it, but just now it’s enough...
A Moment of Connection (and a really nice review of my book)
I have not worked out yet what I am, in the writerly sense. A new author? But I have been writing since I dictated stories to my mother...
A Winter’s Tale
It is still summer (just) and perhaps an odd time to remember an afternoon last winter, when the sky was what I will always remember as...
The Magic Horse
Today at Fort Lee, New Jersey, I sat next to my five-year-old on a defunct cannon and we watched the white soft belly of a hawk against...
Where Mary Poppins Failed Me
When I was 8 years old, I decided to give flying a really serious go, Mary Poppins style. I found an old black umbrella, and—after I had...
