it is spring, i guess

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.--- T. S. Eliot What do you want to be when you grow up? It is ninth period on a Friday, and I am the only teacher in a classroom full of seventh graders. The question catches …

self as a series of refracting mirrors

I'm so unfinished. --Sufjan Stevens I started a new job recently. So what's your story? Why are you here? A coworker asked me. I hesitated. What is my story? Why *am* I here? I didn't know what to include, what elements of my life convey the realest parts of me. My interests? My jobs? My …

Self-Portrait at 27

This is your first summer not out in the sun, and it is hard. This time last year, you were paddling a canoe up in Canada. And the year before that, you were watching the tide crash on Cape Cod. And the year before that, you were backpacking through the Adirondacks and finalizing your road …

life as told by seven unrelated facts

My thoughts have been scattershot lately. Ribbons of this. Shreds of confetti of that. I wish I had more of coherence, of weighty substance to write, but that's not where I am at. So here's this. This is what I've been thinking about lately: 1. Swell sharks---Cephaloscyllium ventriosum---live along the Californian coast. They are called …

where do we go from here?

But I needed to witness someone wrestle With what it means to just exist -Dawes Existing is hard. A pair of lungs, working legs, synapses that fire and illuminate, you’d think the biology of it all would be the difficult part of it. But often it’s not. I’ve had a lot of what happens next …

Remember Me

"There are so many people we could become, and we leave such a trail of bodies through our teens and twenties that it's hard to tell which one is us. How many versions do we abandon over the years?" ― Dan Chaon, Among the Missing You exist in the minds of others. You exist in twisted and …

Self-Portrait at Twenty-Five

  You are 25. A quarter of a century. You feel 25. You're still young but somehow, without noticing, you've slipped into adulthood. You like being 25. You sport a $16.95 haircut, and thrift-store sweaters, and purple Vans you bought in California back in high school. You still own your Death Cab for Cutie hoodie …

/arrival/

There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind. --C.S. Lewis There are things that bring you comfort. The familiar weight of your backpack hanging from your shoulders. The peppermint scent of Dr. Bronner's soap. Curled pages of poetry that have kept you company around the globe. These are the things that you …

Memories Are Stronger Than Bone

I met a guy in Moab, and I can't remember his name. He told me about how he was airlifted off Mount Whitney  along with the body of a dead girl, a girl who went hiking with her fiancé and came down with AMS, but instead of following her down, her fiancé chased the summit …