Laundry at Dawn
The peach pink clouds lying across the day’s new blue
are the clothes we washed together last night—
one load, button downs and my green dress.
They smell like that lemony detergent
Humanity
Explaining Empathy
This article originally appeared in The Curator May 21, 2010.
How do I know that I know what I know – about you? This is clearly a question
about epistemology, about knowledge. But it’
Orion’s Belt, My Hips
It is the first day of 2012.
What are you afraid of?
Last night I cried
and said out loud
I didn’t expect I’d still be waiting tables
at the same
And Then Came Sebastian Barry
As a young girl, my fictitious heroine was Anastasia Krupnik, the star of Lois
Lowry’s acclaimed (and sometimes-banned) series of Anastasia books. Despite
Anastasia’s comparatively more remarkable life – her father, a
Gordon Gekko On My Mind
A scene from the 1987 movie Wall Street has haunted me. I have only watched it
once, when I was 21 and new in my own career.
Blue-collar aircraft machinist Bud Fox (Martin