Reunited
I don’t normally look like this, she said, fingering one of the many scabs on her arms. Me neither, I said, even though the mirror told otherwise about the lines hatcheted across my face.
Hummingbirds and Herons
Moving to Texas from St. Paul has been a harder adjustment than anticipated. Everything feels upside down—we barreled right past Spring on the 1200 mile drive, the highways are huge, and the suburban sprawl is more serious than the Texan drawl. One of the things I loved about living in St. Paul was the plethora…