House Lessons

I learned that houses can rot. I learned that such houses don’t communicate but I didn’t want to give up—love, passion, a vestigial closet, a nail hole in the dining room ceiling. I thought of my mother canning pears, an indelible roof repaired, paintings in and out. I fell in love with my hallway floor, […]

Things You Start

There are some things you start,  and then you finish,  like the day in May you sat overdue  on the couch eating an apple and felt a  ping inside like a plucked guitar  string. The next thing you knew,  you held a red, steaming infant in your arms in a strange cold city known for […]