Month: September 2017

It's 2013, and I'm at a gas station in Nevada, having the best phone conversation I've had with my father in a long, long while. The details behind the conversation are long and complicated and best left for another time and another storyline.  I am on the phone, early morning in Nevada, closing in on… Continue reading Inheritance →

Part 1. My favorite thing about flying out of Boston is the aerial view of the islands. Almost every flight does some type of turn above the Boston Harbor Islands, and I watch them until they go out of sight.  The islands hold something familiar and mystical for me.  They hold teenaged and early college… Continue reading Dashed Upon the Rocks →