Stay Hungry

It’s amazing the lengths you’ll go to to connect two homes in your head. You’ll take a walk next to a razor-wire-fence-protected golf course and remember a similar one back home, the only difference being that here there’s North Carolina red dirt in place of the rich black kind you’ll find in Chicagoland. You’ll pass by the hole that’s been cut into the fence and … Continue reading Stay Hungry

Sippy Cup Days

It’s not possible to remember your sippy cup days. Not really, anyway. All you can remember are the images of this time, the old polaroids scratched from years being shuffled around in lockboxes, then safety deposit boxes, then storage space, clouded with whatever light source was present back then, smoke in the air from before it was known that secondhand smoke could kill, your parents … Continue reading Sippy Cup Days