Birthday Letter, 2007: I wanted us to be parents
On a second reading, I found, tucked near the end of the first handwritten page, two lines that prickled with the static of a new dilemma. Sixteen years ago, th...
On a second reading, I found, tucked near the end of the first handwritten page, two lines that prickled with the static of a new dilemma. Sixteen years ago, th...
Had I strayed or simply followed the river? I couldn't let myself down, so I let go of trying to force my life into a box to instead float with the current of m...
Even then, I felt the pangs of potential conflict between the academic path I'd chosen and my creative writing instincts. Although I'd chosen academia, I gave m...