A year ago today my head was swirling in the laundry of emotions of returning to Athens, GA. At the time I was planning for my MFA at the University of Georgia, and sought to return to the South, where...
I’m sitting in the last unpacked chair and writing on the last unpacked piece of furniture in my apartment out in Las Vegas. I should be writing this article about color for a magazine, but I cannot come up with...
I remember feeling my eyes dilate when I first laid eyes on him that one August night in Savannah, Georgia. Nothing else existed when I saw him, and in fact the world seemed to tear away from my grasp the...
I spent a year in Chinatown, living in a space that was six feet by thirteen feet. It fit my bed perfectly when I’d unfold it in the evening. In the mornings I would have to fold it back, otherwise...