Armistice

Slowly, slowlymy days are movingtoward whatI want them to besoon, that tablewhich causes megriefbecause it reminds me of my fatherwill be goneI will arise at dawnand put on a pot of soupstretch my limbslike a plant unfurlingin the light of the window,surround...
Careful What You Wish For

Careful What You Wish For

I remember the words from earliest childhood. They were like a curse when uttered. “I want to run away from home!” Be careful what you wish for. As I’ve grown older, however, I’ve started to think about the phrase in a slightly different manner. If you believe in your...
Unlocking My Dreams, Mastering My Own Story

Unlocking My Dreams, Mastering My Own Story

Earlier this year, I posted this picture to Facebook from closing on my new home. It became one of the most ‘liked’ photos I’ve ever published. At the time, the image depicted the accomplishment of many years of yearning, overcoming fear that it...
Hot, Fresh, Now

Hot, Fresh, Now

Certain Saturdays in Kingsport, TN, we would wake up early, go down to the Krispy Kreme, and load up Mrs. Miller’s station wagon with boxes and boxes of glazed donuts. We’d take them, by the dozens, of course, throughout our neighborhoods, selling for...
Resilience Residency Pt. 2

Resilience Residency Pt. 2

This past weekend I returned to Blacksburg for the second time to continue developing partnerships around the storytelling residency I’m doing this year. Inspired partially by the approaching ten-year anniversary of the shootings, the work encompasses many...
Fear, Itself

Fear, Itself

Visiting my mom and grandmother in Tennessee this weekend, I make my way to the door to go for a walk, and my grandma says, be careful! Walking along through her pastoral neighborhood of little boxes made of ticky-tacky all in a row, I pull phone out of pocket to...