It was winter. The boy…young man…child… (he was all at once) sat on the frozen ground in the middle of the football field looking up at the clear night sky. Black-blue background dotted with the white pinprick specks of stars. The moon was gibbous, waxing. The boy lifted his right arm and reached to the […]Read More All At Once
There was a one-room cottage in the woods that looked like a dollhouse, painted powder blue and shielded by willow trees. It was near the railroad tracks, where we were warned never to go since a classmate was hit by a train, there. No one magical lived there, just a platinum blonde with the drenched […]Read More The Dangers of Independence
I don’t remember fighting over first player. I remember needing more controllers, quicker reflexes, a softer excitement /thicker walls (whichever lets mom sleep). You remember most of the combos, cheat codes, and having to hide in the bathroom (the only door with a lock). I try to be a good man. It’s arguable if I’m […]Read More Press Start
I have crossed the threshold from teenager to adult. Much to my dismay, I’ve found it’s a weird world over here. My first year of college is ending, and many may argue that I’m still a child— and in some ways I am. But I’ve always thought of adulthood as doing things on your own, […]Read More Adult World
She walks the same streets day after day, night after night, summer raspberry swirl sunset evenings, winter icicle frost bright and raindrop fall foliage. The seasons go red, and die brittle, broken sticks become renewed seedlings become spring. The familiar, smiling faces nod a kind hello. The knowing eyes softly question how was your day? […]Read More Do Over Dances and New Old Beginnings
I remember being a kid, trailing behind my mom at the mall. A pack of teenage girls breezed by us with their perfect hair, smudged black eyes, laughing like every word in the English language was funny. Twelve-year old me sporting knotted hair, a wrinkled shirt, with teeth coming in crookedly, thought to herself, “I […]Read More I Want to Be Like That
I grew up in Manhattan. That is New York City. Not Brooklyn. Not the Bronx. Not Queens. Not any other borough. Just Manhattan. THE CITY. A small island. We lived in a two bedroom, one bath apartment on the 30th floor of a high rise in Tribeca. It faced the Hudson River and the Statue […]Read More Don’t Sell Your House. Do Whatever it Takes But DO NOT Sell YOUR HOUSE!