On the day my brother died, my brain alternated between slamming against the sides of my skull and hanging completely still, frozen at the foot of a grief I couldn’t understand. It’s been three weeks now. My parents returned from Stewart’s burial in Liberia yesterday. I’m by myself in a house in a city where I don’t know a soul. Continue reading
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I asked several people to tell me the smartest thing they have ever done. I picked a random group: current friends, past friends, acquaintances, family, my parents’ friends, coworkers, strangers. Most people didn’t know the answer, which is part of why it’s an important question. Continue reading
A bag, a backpack, and a box were clustered on my floor, each brimming with clothes. I took inventory: seven dresses, three shirts, seven sweaters, a skirt, two swimsuits, a jumpsuit, two scarves, three bags, one pair of pants, one pair of shorts, and five pieces of jewelry. This was round one. Continue reading
I liked dogs as a kid; they were fun. But I didn’t adore them, and at no point in my teens or early twenties had I considered making the leap to adopt. Robby, meanwhile, had been fantasizing about dog ownership for over a decade. Shortly after we moved in together, he made it clear that he 
very much wanted a dog. I didn’t hate the idea, so we got Orion. Continue reading
very much wanted a dog. I didn’t hate the idea, so we got Orion. Continue reading
The restaurant’s kitchen doors had star-shaped windows carved into the front. They periodically swung outward to reveal white light, which made them look like the eyes of a laughing face. I felt radiant. Continue reading
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