Heading into the off season
Each time we stepped out onto the ice, it reminded us we were a part of something different — something that, at first glance, didn’t seem like it belonged … Read moreHeading into the off season
Category: Essays
The sex talk
I sit at a McAlister’s Deli crying my eyes out. Tears make my PB&J soggy. My mom has just explained to me that when I start becoming a woman I will bleed and cramp each month … Read moreThe sex talk
Sticky notes
I think, but don’t say (because that would be embarrassing): “I’ll play mahjong with you, even though the tiles are confusing, and I hate feeling stupid. I’ll learn to drive, just like you wanted, even though I’m petrified I’ll accidentally hit someone.” At this point, I’ll do anything if you wake up … Read moreSticky notes
North of south
, not being from the mire but still in it,
make steeples of my hands, each joint wooden like
the inner ribbing, and I dive into the shallow
brown-green muck, and algae clings to my nose hair … Read moreNorth of south
Life lessons from behind the wheel
The mechanic from the tire shop down the road who called me last February spoke a memorable, if eerie, line: “Is it possible there’s somebody living around here who hates you?” he said with a raspy voice … Read moreLife lessons from behind the wheel