great room.

  Sometimes, waking early before the others, wandering the rooms wrapped in a blanket or drinking my tea in the empty kitchen, I had that most rare of feelings, the sense that the world, so consistently overwhelming and incomprehensible, in fact has an order, oblique as it may seem, and I a place within it.  […]

knee deep.

Knee-deep in edits for my second book. Last night I wrote for so long that when S finally got home he looked to me like a paper-thin cut out, something I dreamed up. It was later than I thought, but I feel like that’s always the case. I’ve been waking up in the middle of the […]

privilege.

An alarm has been going off somewhere in my neighborhood for the past half hour. I notice it when I turn off the movie I rented, the movie that made me cry three and a half separate times, the movie that left tissues littered across the hardwood floor of the apartment I love and hate […]

murphy ranch, pt 3, the last.

  It’s the strangest thing, to come to the end of a book. I’ve been reading a lot lately, a book a day or every other day, reading far into the night when I’m supposed to be sleeping, waking before my alarm and reading with one eye closed and my cat burrowing under the comforters […]