It’s summer now here, not brutally hot but humid even in the mornings. This is my tenth summer in Georgia, and it is my least favorite ti...

I’m writing this on a Tuesday that feels like a Saturday or a Sunday or a Thursday or any day, really, since days of the week no longer...

First I wanted to stick a fork in it , then I came back briefly . Now I think that the fork was the right call. Time to reinsert the tines...

Sometimes I can barely remember what it was like to live in Michigan for three years. It seems so utterly far away ...

Sometimes, after a long year , you gotta get on a plane and fly to a place where summer still exists, where the sky is high and blue and the...