10 Things I will miss about the Yacht Club:
•1• The enormous bird house I can see thru my window.
"My milkshake excursion turned in to a 5 hour road trip."
Emmy and I keep each other company over the phone while we both follow separate, seemingly aimless, roads towards home. Emmy in Chicago, me, somewhere in Tennessee.
I want to peel up
the floors
the way I pull back
my hair
exposing bone
structure, skin
color.
I had a dream for the first time in weeks. It pulled me out of sleep this morning. In the dream, I was sitting outside an Internet cafe in a foreign country, waiting for someone.
Read More“Will it run?”
“It might.”
“What year is it?”
“’94.”
“Good, it’s two years younger than me. Plenty of life.”
It is my own personal belief that you are not truly sad unless you can successfully cry in the shower. You see, there's something about having warm tears purge from your eyes, rolling down, following the curves of your face, that contain the satisfying reassurance that yes, everything is, in fact, falling apart and, this is sadness.
Read MoreIt's not customary to request a dance floor at the wake of a loved one but, in our family the word 'customary' is a term whose definition has been humorously rewritten so many times during the Dictionary game, that the standing definition is whatever summons a closed mouth smile.
Read More"Flight 1380, non stop to Newark, New Jersey"
I wake up just as we begin to descend over the brightly-lit grid that is North Jersey.
What if,
the world is all
sitting
on a spinning pin
moving like a
ferris wheel
"Noni died at 11:30 this morning. Sorry I tried to call you and Alison."
I receive these small, black words in a text message from my dad just after I put the car in park in front of the Valley Grocery.