I never thought I would write this letter, but, of course, you saw this coming. Six months apart frays the rituals of a marriage. I tried at first. I was faithful in the beginning. I was Mountain; you were Central. And then, one night, when … Continue reading To my love,
What a joy it is to find a permanent home for my essay about the intertwining thresholds of place, identity, and marriage. Thank you, Arkansas Review!
As you walked toward your mother’s rose gold coffin, the Arizona air made me want to wrap you in a delta blanket and feed you homegrown tomatoes. Blow kisses on your belly like your father. Rest your head in my lap during those humid tent … Continue reading After the Vigil
Don’t Touch that. Not too far in. Mind the shallow body. Too much skin. A good woman doesn’t wear that – do that. We’re concerned. Calvinists are to blame for fear of wildness – No, calving glaciers – The speed at which ice falls is … Continue reading Mating Rituals of Alligators
Two and a half hours of my first Orthodox service A procession of icons around the church “I don’t recommend high heels,” the priest says We press through snow pack and pass icicles thick as beets Somali toddlers weave between our legs Eleven languages spoken … Continue reading The Sunday of Orthodoxy in Missoula
Avoid menthol, camphor, and petrolatum. Specifically, avoid the cool girls from 1986. The ones who wore Jordache and Ralph Lauren and shopped at The Limited on weekends. The ones who listened to Madonna and The Cure on their Walkman with foam orange headphones. This … Continue reading Special Instructions for Tweens
We wake to the gray light glow of a Japanese paper screen- To rain patter on a bedroom window and iPod ocean waves tossed on repeat. I roll to my beloved and kiss the sleeve of his white shirt- Push from the bed … Continue reading Gods for a Day