Photo: Nietanigal, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons The green gates of Velintonia had greeted me many summers before, lying just out of reach behind a crop of overgrown branches. I peered through the bars and noticed with relief that the “For Sale” sign was finally...
My husband and I crawl along the 101 northbound on our way to see author David Sedaris read at UCLA. We treated ourselves to events like this before Mom descended into dementia. But lately, my cell phone has me jumping, and Mom’s facility doesn’t call to share good...
Johnkan0301, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons I make it to Tawas Point State Park on the 25th of November around one or two in the afternoon, although the position of the sun makes it feel later. I am on foot–I am all feet, my mind compacted into the most...
“Annapolis, Maryland” by m01229 is licensed under CC BY 2.0 For sale at the arts market: golden Coors carved into blue crabs, lavender bundled from beachside gardens, Cheerio-shaped glass pendants—one sweet with the same amber color that black hair makes...
Photo by Stinglehammer, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Travelogue 1: A tropical girl’s month in Scotland (and England) It’s summertime, they said. / Damn, it was cold. / I tried tomato soup— / blargh, never again. // I needed to smoke. // My cousin...
(text by Miriam Calleja; photograph by Dylan Willoughby) They said I should hide my body but make it more accessible, fit it with locks that only stay on the latch, never lock the doors, and never draw the curtains completely. My mum insisted that I should get...
