memoir

The produce bargain rack is where I play a game with myself. It’s the wild-card ingredient not on my shopping list, but soon on my dinner table.

I didn’t feel entitled to grieve my not-quite relationship—but without a grieving process, how do you let go?

After nearly two decades of being called by my ex’s family name, it suddenly no longer fit.

When I was under the influence, everything was easier. But then a diagnosis made me question my relationship to alcohol.

After a few months of lessons, my voice became clearer and more resonant, and I could vocalize with less strain.