in which I hope I’m not a kidult

My ten-year high school reunion was in 2009. I traveled back to Charlotte, North Carolina eager to see my close friends, harboring only a few secret desires that the demigods of high school vengeance had punished those who deserved a comeuppance. But I was anxious about the possibility of being plummeted, immediately and this time […]

in which, out of fear, I make Dramatic Chipmunk Face

Book Two* is tentatively titled How Children See, and me and Book Two? We’re currently in the honeymoon stage. I love Book Two with the uncritical and (ironically) blind adoration I only can feel for a project I haven’t really figured out yet. Me and Book Two? We’re wandering, pinkies linked, through farmers’ markets on Saturday mornings, […]