A lifetime of close encounters that amount to nothing I’ve been locked in a confusing “lifetime six degrees game” that I never agreed to be a part of. Like most, I want, and wanted, to be good at something. Because I am not, I think the universe sent me several…

A child’s fairy story I have one child. I gave birth to my son at 42. To say that I skirted some odds is to trivialize the battle it took place to get there. I saw it as a wonder. …

What it feels like to excavate a lost friendship My current reality is a pretty buttoned up existence. The people who know me now, don’t know me. We share no history. We share no back story. When I meet people in the now, they know nothing about the before. This…

Keep your hands off of my Martha’s Vineyard childhood Recently, I found myself drawn into a social media pissing contest about Martha’s Vineyard history and culture. Specifically, the sparring match involved a debate regarding the name of that infamous expanse between (Joseph Sylvia) State Beach and Sengekontacket Pond. Before I…

Why time and fear are leaving me with a collection of titles and unwritten stories. My Medium feed is always providing nudges in the form of attention grabbing headlines about topics I wish I had written from writers I wish I could be. The writers and their work nudge me…