Part three of a four-part series about…touch? — I was lucky to first hear the words “Roberta Flack” when I was young enough that I could only tell what words meant by the spirits that touched me when I heard them spoken. And the women in my family spoke the sounds “Roberta Flack” with pride and respect as…

Part two of a four-part series about…touch? — It was too hot for human touch and yet it was human touch that we craved to deal with every form of loneliness brought on by the forces which have combined to make it too hot to touch. It was a time of emotional ouroboros The only way to make…

Part one of a four-part series about…touch? — I think I might be a ghost and that’s what’s making it so hard to write. I’ve just finished the second draft of a memoir. …

An End… — The dieffenbachia thrived once I moved it to the living room in front of the mirror. It became the star of my plant kingdom, its leaves taking focus and garnering comments in every mirror selfie I posted. Cute outfit but TELL ME ABOUT THAT PLANT?! I was amazed at how…

A Growth… — I started to stack plants and pots as soon as I moved. The previous tenant left behind a struggling aloe, and a dying monstera deliciosa on the porch. I avoided it for nearly six months. It was not my energy. It had been some kind of gift to them and…

A Home… — I moved into this apartment in January of 2019 but I first saw it in fall 2018 when word came to through friends that the person who had lived here for ten years was in Brazil and might be moving out altogether. It was a coveted space, part of a…

A Plant… — I’d like to tell you a story about a plant. It’s in four parts: A friend who had worked as a high school teacher for years and who seemed to have built much of her whole identity around social justice and community service went to work for a tech company…

It is the end of everything which is another way of saying it is the beginning of everything. It is the end of the day which is to say it is the beginning of the stars and the beams of moonlight bathing the chuparosas and the ponderosa pines. It is…

Lately I’ve been remembering when my children were little. It was frustrating and exhausting. Just a few days ago their mother and I were laughing about how the funny thing about having little kids is how you could be pushing a stroller through a park on a sunny day, your…