My brother talks in haiku. He has his phrases, his bits and pieces that fly from his fingers as he grips his iPhone in his hands, a whole universe in his palms–but what does he know to do with it? Sister Hello How you What I’m sorry Where’s daddy Sad Happy Sister Bored The words … More Conversations with My Brother
I spent ages three through nine in a 100-year old stone farmhouse right off Route 50. There was a pool at that house and my brother Arash and I painted fishes and waves and dolphins on the walls of it and then we’d lay the hose on the concrete edge and it would take all … More If I Tell You I Believe in Ghosts, Will You Think Less of Me?
I bought a pair of nude high heeled shoes from DSW the other day–another pair to add to the mountain of never-worn heels I have accumulated over the past decade. I can count on one hand the number of times I have worn heels in 2017. And when I wear them, I wobble. The ever-present … More The Higher the Heel, the More of a Woman
Sleep for 11 hours a night, with a 2-hour nap midday. Let the dog pee on the patio instead of taking him for a walk. Eat refried beans out of the can, with handfuls of salt thrown in. Check your mail on occasion, but always put back the junk mail into the mailbox rather than … More Maximize Your Laziness, Today!
It’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving and everyone is gone. I am bored. Just spent 45 minutes re-reading an old US Weekly, hence the inspiration for this exercise. It’s especially challenging because I’m shamelessly open and most people know almost everything about me. Here goes: I attended 9 schools between preschool and senior year of high … More 25 Things You Don’t Know about Me
Mother Do you remember when you called me because you’d taken some pills and you needed someone to lead you home. I can still hear the angry horns through your car phone, feel my heart tumbling into my stomach, as I struggled to help you navigate a route you’d taken hundreds of times. You made … More Family Poems
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said…fine. An essay from a few years back about my time in rehab and struggling with depression. I moved back home to the east coast after a few years on the west coast. Things felt stable, I felt stable, but maybe a little better than … More Party Done, Party Girl