On Writing

I want to be a novelist because I have this story rattling around in my brain. I can see the characters. I can taste the food I’m describing. I can smell the smoky air in Mozambique and the pollution in Phoenix — my settings. I have conversations with the...

Hybernating

My new buddy Nico. He likes naps too. I’m known within my family and friends as the girl who can, and will, always sleep when given the opportunity. In college I was so sleep deprived that when I’d make it home for a weekend, I’d regularly sleep...

Twelfth Day of Christmas

I wish you love. Crazy, unconventional, Pretty Woman, short dude/tall lady, short dude/short dude, roller coaster, sweet and sour like Lemonheads, soft and cuddly like a down comforter on a cold morning, jarring, challenging, intense, 50 years later and still my best...