I'm working on a new project. I gently started writing it last fall and it's slowly coming into its own. Along with the shape this project is taking comes a massive amount of imposter syndrome. Who am I to tell this story? Who would even read this boring drivel? Why did I ever think I [...]
Early on in my memoir Girls, Assassins & Other Bad Ideas, there is an essay entitled The Anthill. At the very start of the chapter, a teenage girl named Amy comes to my rescue. This is "Amy" pictured here, with one-year-old me! Her name isn't actually Amy. She and her mother both were actually pretty [...]
I heard her laugh often. I saw her mean. I watched her love. I learned from her silent action to do for someone else. Always. Always for someone else. She was not of the generation that considered the idea of self-care. I loved the way her wrinkly fingers would wash my lips after we ate [...]
George Strait twangs on the radio, my mom beaming as she sings along. I dance in my seat only because, though I'd rather be listening to Michael Jackson or Madonna, the truth is that these types of nights are always my favorite. Her window is cracked open an inch or two, though she flicks her [...]
Rainy Day in May... 