Where I grew up, fireflies were a myth; they were as improbable as unicorns. Maybe they were put off by the lack of mature trees in our neighborhood or the artificial glow of suburban shopping centers. Maybe we lived too far north. Regardless, I never chased them on summer evenings and captured them in jars. […]
Read MoreMy reading habits don’t change according to the season. For the most part, the types of books I read in June are the same ones I’d read in November. (There are exceptions. See this attempt at reading Wuthering Heights. If I had read that book in June, maybe I would’ve had the tenacity to finish it.) I […]
Read MoreThere’s a dried coffee spill on the kitchen floor. Dirty laundry is piled in the bathroom and the hall. My bike is parked directly behind me because I haven’t taken the time to put it elsewhere. I’m not exactly sure there is an elsewhere. At the desk where I write, I had to shove aside […]
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