How

I had a migraine yesterday, and I came back to work shaky and tired, so when a kid this morning murmurred, “I hate her,” because I wouldn’t let her turn off the air conditioning and roast us all in our own juices, I murmurred to myself, “I hate you more.” Not so she could hear me or anything. Just under my breath, in the style of someone wildly immature or completely insane. I don’t hate her as a general rule. I just hated her in that particular moment.

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Grand Canyon

When I was a senior in high school, two boys I liked invited me to the Grand Canyon.  It was a Sunday, a spring afternoon.  One boy had a sexy accent, and the other had a sexy mind and his parents’ gas card.  I turned them down because I had a delicate balance with my […]

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The Keys

When I visited, I met prison guards and leaders who reeked of peace like a Zen master. And guards who seemed edgy. If there’s anything a prison needs, it’s peace. A lot of people are in there because their peace meters ran on empty too long.

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