Today is my 14th day of self-isolation since three of us in our house — me, my spouse Francis, and our toddler Joaquin — went down with fever, body ache, headaches, and sniffles. Five days before the three of us had symptoms together, it was our 9-year-old daughter Dione who…
My dreams tend to be repetitive, and at their most vivid, during eventful, intense moments in my waking life. I’ve learned over time to regard them as clues to deeper feelings I may not be fully acknowledging, especially when my struggles require that I show a bold front. During uncertain…
I discovered something about myself last month, December 2021, as folks felt like gathering again after two years of pandemic eternity.
I’m a chef’s wife who can’t cook. I absolutely have no interest in learning how. I can’t stand the kitchen heat. I’m deathly afraid of knives. And I’ve got…
What if the moon’s Mare Tranquillitatis, the Sea of Tranquility — the huge dark spot on the moon’s northern hemisphere, and famously Apollo 11’s landing site — turns out to be a literal sea?
The moon’s seas are not actual seas, but barren, lower altitude plains that look like dark…
Of all the stories my husband Francis had told me about his childhood, this one struck me the most.
The first time I heard the story, we were still dating and I was in college as a creative writing major. One of the courses I was taking up at that…
Iconfess that I never liked, and never warmed up, to the title I had given this publication. For lack of what would, to my mind, be a better term, I stuck with “Un-niched,” which could mean an uprooting, a dislodging, from a place where one was previously stuck.
Come to…
As writers on this platform have shared, there may come a time when one your pieces (in most cases, your least favorite) suddenly gets traction and earns steadily for months, unlike your other pieces (in most cases, your favorites) that get a few reads and then just die in obscurity.
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As a woman who descends to depression for a couple of days every month as part of my premenstrual woes, I’ve become familiar with the stranger within. I welcome her, including the migraines she brings. And the darkness. …
I’ve always been comforted by, and fascinated with, vanishing lines as found near the sea.
I fear the vastness of the ocean, and prefer to stay where I can still find the shore, where a line can be drawn between water and land. That a shoreline is temporal, tirelessly shifting…
Today is for staring at a blank page, at the fullness of nothingness.
I push to the edges of the page, into the abyss, the words with their claws ready to etch themselves again deep into the slate. …
