In the heyday of his collection going home for a visit was like living inside a used bookstore curated by someone who loved you, who’d shaped your sensibilities and sense of humor through dinner table puns and drinking-song lullabies, who’d taken you on walks when you were sad or anxious for some forgotten teenage reason.
I have a new, very personal essay up at the wonderful Cosmonauts Avenue this week. I’m excited this story has finally found a home but my excitement is also bittersweet. This piece has been through many revisions over the past few years as I tried to capture the anxiety, denial, and helplessness we all felt in the years leading up to my dad’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis.
It’s also a love story about books as artifacts, as talismans, and the way my dad’s love of books and reading has informed, and still informs, our relationship.
I have a new story up today at Sundog Lit. Check it out!
For those of you unfamiliar with Doctor Harry Harlow’s studies on attachment theory and dependency, this short video provides a bit more context for this story.
I’m pleased to have a little CNF flash piece I wrote about the Challenger explosion, anxiety, and the use of terrible jokes to process unfathomable tragedy up today at Jellyfish Review. Check it out!
I’m alone because I love you,
Love you with all my heart;
I’m alone because I had to be true,
Sorry I can’t say the same about you.
Continue reading “I’m Alone Because I Love You.”
Wherein our heroine is reminded that the word “crush” has multiple meanings. Continue reading “First Love: Part 2”
Wherein our plucky heroine falls for an older woman: Continue reading “First Love: Part 1”