The Fringe Dweller


You know this type: The girl who won’t raise her hand to answer a question in class, even though she knows the answer Hands down. The awkward kid who can’t throw, can’t catch a pass, and gets picked last No matter what team. The girl seated at the kitchen table for dinner, who silently talks … More The Fringe Dweller

Change of Seasons


When I was younger, I hated Summer. All that heat, all that light exposing the dark corners of my soul. My season of birth is Autumn— October, when leaves of red and gold dance against crisp winds in a smoky mauve sky. Then, something changed. I embraced the Light of Summer (but not the heat): … More Change of Seasons

Night Crawlers


I. I used to be a Night Crawler: one of those people on foot in the dark, going somewhere. Now, I nearly run them down, barely able to see them skittering across the street, in dark clothing, with only the dancing light of their sneakers visible in my headlights— if I’m lucky— as I drive … More Night Crawlers