To my little sisters

To my little sisters
I am not my family’s narrator. I don’t house their voices somewhere in my larynx. I cannot speak for them. My family is like everyone else’s: raucous and dysfunctional. We … Continue reading Brother: an epilogue, a past tense, a Stillborn Sibling
Dear Bridget, Your dorm at IU buds with promise and ghosts of bad decisions past. You’ve arrived at the nexus of adolescence and adulthood that is college. If you thought … Continue reading Dear Bridget: Advice for Freshman Year