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The sweet squeak of sneakers on wood.

I fell in love with basketball when I was 10, mainly, because it gave me an excuse to hang out in my brother’s room. He’d sit on his bed, holding a…

Jun 6 •

April 2023

Up to the sky blue.

It’s not yet noon, or we’d be eating the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that my mother has packed. Not exactly beach food, but I don’t know that…

Apr 26 •

March 2023

Wrapped around my life

My bed is littered with patterns and colors - pale pinks, soft greens; a stark contrast to the black I’ve lived in during this grey blur of a winter…

Mar 27 •

February 2023

Peter, Hughie & me.

Three's not always a crowd.

Feb 21 •

Jumping back in can take awhile.

Feb 1 •

January 2023

Some magic wands are waved in the air. Others are coated with mascara.

Jan 18 •

December 2022

A little bit Dolly, a little bit Larry D.

I’m positive I’ll be negative. And my assurance comes with good reason - I’m always negative. Every time I test, I see a single bold line, which I hold…

Dec 28, 2022 •

What it means to not be from Maine.

Dec 9, 2022 •

November 2022

(Actually, note to self: please believe a little less.)

Nov 30, 2022 •

A Wince and a Smile

Some outfits are harder to remember than others.

Nov 15, 2022 •

On Election Day, 2016, I arrived at my polling place at 6AM. The line was small, and so was my reaction to it. I’d pretended to be practical, but who…

Nov 7, 2022 •

October 2022

Very Good In Black and White

...and also in camel.

Oct 26, 2022 •

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