I once had a dream.  I once had many dreams.  Not while I slept but while I woke.  These were dreams for the Grown Up Me.  I was a small child looking into the future and imagining[...]

“Why is it that the sixth song on an album is always the best one?” Cyril Vienna asks, eyes fixed on the desert highway disappearing under the hood of his red pickup as the CD play[...]

I am my mother’s daughter, all bits and pieces, bone and fragment, fingertip and nail, although she is left-handed.   I am my mother’s daughter, symmetrical, clean, dainty and yet [...]

Personal responsibility, like soccer and Nutella, isn’t really something that interests us Americans.  Blaming others for our problems, on the other hand, is something we have real[...]

When I was in elementary school I received a Discman as a gift and couldn’t wait to make the trek out to Best Buy and make a best buy. I chose Snoop Dogg’s first album,[...]

As I write this, my maternal grandmother is somewhere between nearly-dead and very-nearly-dead. My grandmother’s death won’t be a tragedy.  She has lived for 89 mostly-good years a[...]