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Lives lived backward, I’ve sipped and sucked upon this thought before Its fizz bites me on the paper rim between lips and fountain soda...
This Stinks.
"It's like it wants to rot," Dad observes. "The broccoli?" I confirm. "Yeah." "Can we do anything?" I hadn't looked since I didn't want...
Lists are SO Unromantic
"When does a place or an idea stop being romantic?" "When I start making lists." This is the beginning of a long overdue conversation I...
How a Development Worker Becomes a Vegan
“What do you eat?” my trainer asked. “A lot of veggies? Probably not enough protein. In Guatemala I ate a lot of beans. Here not so...
Hot Dogs
Silence Not sirens Mark our arrival at the hospital. “Hola. I’m Augustin, Information specialist. It’s my job to escort reporters. I...
My Ideal Bookshelf
I need to buy paper to print out job position descriptions and rough drafts. To get by I use up old pages from repeat trainings, meeting...
Steak and Eggs
I stepped towards the building and pulled open the glass door. Mom liked family breakfasts with all four of us nestled into booths. ...
Weight to the Edges
My dad and I watch PBS at least one evening a week. The nature programs leave me too heartbroken and American Experience too unsettling....
The Emotional Arc of Green Eggs and Ham
A thirty five pound kettle bell. And, no help with a squat. “Aren’t we lucky we have two sides to do?” “No,” I shake my head. “I do not...
Night and Day
Spring weather is night and day Whether or not it's April or May. Slow waking Crisp air. Drunken lilacs. I tie my hood Thrust out my...
