Personal and reported creative non-fiction exploring lived experience.
A therapist works inside a container. The four office walls form the structure within which we listen, of which we ask. Wehave been trained, licensed, hired, but we are just as flawed. Just as human.Each hour starts very much the same, but the air still contains...
In an unboxing video, a product is meticulously liberated from its packaging for the purpose ofentertaining overly-stimulated children so that under-rested mothers can take a five minuteshower in peace. My kids use hashtags. They speak in emojis, slang, and...
A few weeks ago, my league tennis team competed at the North Carolina State Championship. Twelve of us arrived in Raleigh in a steady stagger, played a dozen doubles matches in suffocating heat, laughed until we cried, then departed in a similarly haphazard manner,...
You don’t want to know what it’s like to house-sit three spoiled-rotten dogs all by yourself. You have to be on guard at all times. Those little critters your wife calls her “fur babies,” and that you love more than you’re willing to admit, are mischievous little...
At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself: I must go to work — as a human being. What do I have to complain of, if I’m going to do what I was born for — the things I was brought into the world to do? Or is this what I was created for? To huddle...
“Hi Honey, Sending you some spending $. We hope you have a very memorable holiday season in Germany. We will miss you! Love you lots, aunt Deb and uncle Den.” - Note received just before departure A winter storm and a Meat Loaf concert landed me in Swiss immigration...
After all the ceremonies for Harvard’s Class of 2025 concluded, my fellow graduates fled Cambridge. I likewise took my leave, out to Rockport on a commuter train. With my wife beside me, I stared out the window at misty Massachusetts, eventually dozing off along the...
My wife loves chicken noodle soup. When she isn’t feeling well, chicken noodle soup, a fuzzy blanket, and the Golden Girls bring her comfort. I assume that’s how her mother cared for her when she was young, and it makes her feel safe, it makes her feel loved. When I’m...
Earth is a living organism. As she orbits the sun and rotates on her axis, she wakes up with thefirst light, and the flora and fauna come to life. And as she submerges into the darkness, shefalls asleep under the stars, extending an invitation to dream. When Earth...
When I was thirteen years old, Mom and Dad never stopped screaming, blaming me for their disaster marriage. It wasn’t my fault Dad had a gambling addiction. It wasn’t me who convinced Mom to day-trade our savings away. I had endless escape-fantasies. When Grandma...