He teased me about being scared of heights after I'd refused to climb any higher. The sky turned from cornflower blue to dove grey as storm clouds rolled in over the pacified Atlantic; the geography of dreams have no lat or longitude. It wasn't fear that stopped me but rather that I saw no value…Read more The Watchtower
martha’s vineyard
Signs
Rolling Stone wanted to know why a certain song Dylan wrote was covered by everyone. I knew my answer without reading their explanation. It was the only authentic witness I'd ever given, until I wrote my book. If you know what a witness is, hey. If not, welcome. It's your redemption story, followed by a…Read more Signs
Homeless
This morning a fellow writer asked an out of the blue question about when I was homeless. What did I eat? Where did I sleep? How did I survive? I, in turn, asked my husband if saying I’ve been homeless is legit. He said stuff like that happens to everybody. Minimization and globalization are survival…Read more Homeless
Drift
Some places, the far away and familiar, help us remember who we are, despite the world helping us forget. My eyes, skin, hair and soul have craved home for close to a decade; probably longer if you count the existential pangs of birth. Bloody mess. The desert parched more than paper; bleaching ever exposing bone…Read more Drift
One Way
'I hope the exit is joyful and I hope to never return.'- Frida The beach was lit by streetlamps. Are dreams ever as bright and clear as day? Bothered by the shadows, debris and a smelly trash bin I couldn't find a comfortable place to be. As if my back was always to something I'd…Read more One Way
Green Peace
I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful And I think it's what I want to be- Kermit Yesterday I cleared out all the old things which had once been new. It's somewhat of a year end ritual. Objects representing markers of time; cards, books, janky clutter and those articles of clothing that waded…Read more Green Peace
Tidings
Perception, access, resources and ability largely determine the way we approach accountability, healing and change. Initially when my mother and stepfather told us we were moving to a 20 mile long floating land mass in the middle of a giant puddle known as the Atlantic, we wailed in protest. I was tired of unpacking…Read more Tidings
Born in Providence 