The Feed

We have this unwritten agreement, us members of humanity. When the toddler at the coffee shop runs around the corner, when her mom, at...

I cannot tell you about all the places I belong without telling you about my family’s dinner table, about the stories my father would...

Written in response to the Syria/ Turkey Earthquake, Feb. 2023

We got another bed for the dog- a living room bed, as opposed to the bedroom bed. I know, I know, love is bonkers sometimes. The new bed...

For dinner to be ready, for the end of body shaming, for summer thunderstorms, for the peaches to ripen, for you to call me back, for a...

For Colleyville I’ve heard that the reason birds sing in the morning is to say to one another I made it through the night. I guess that’s...

I write the neighbor’s names on a worn index card and tape it to the fridge- Alana and Neil, Apartment 3. I don’t want to forget. Then I...