Tiny Little Messes
All weekend, I’ve been in bed, in the limbo land of the sick. It’s a space I know well, a territory I’ve occupied for periods of time throughout my adult life…
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A Return to Limantour
The sublet in Berkeley was our last resort. My father and I had been kicked out of the bottom floor of a house in Sausalito for breaking…
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The Size of Regret
Crammed in a small phone booth, I gripped the receiver in my hand like I was afraid to let go. The sounds of the chaos outside…
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The Art of Omission
“Go!” Andrew yelled from behind me, pushing, with all his force, against my back. We were nearing the top of the volcano we’d begun hiking six hours before…
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