THREE TINY ROCKS

THREE TINY ROCKS

On June 13, 2017, in the midst of my hardest “life-moment” to date, I had a grand idea. And like most of my “grand ideas,” I completely forgot about it. Let me explain: Chris and I had taken a shortcut (read: wrong turn) during our...
JUST WAIT

JUST WAIT

Ten years ago, I sat in my classroom after school and heard a girl crying in the hallway. It was one of those big cries. The heaving, snot-dripping Oprah cries. I knew those tears. I knew those sounds. Like a seasoned warrior, I hopped up from my desk and ran into the...
THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME

THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME

It wasn’t a big house or a fancy house. It wasn’t a new house, either. Built in 1929,  it only had one bathroom, steam heat, and no central air conditioning. But, it was home. When I picture my childhood, 1581 Oxford is the image I see. It’s where we played capture...
MY SUPERMAN

MY SUPERMAN

My father does not have a red cape in his closet. I’m certain because I looked once, when I was five. “There has to be one in here somewhere,” I told my friend. “My dad is the REAL Superman. He’s always there at the perfect time, and he makes everything better. He can...