Month: April 2016



I hear the cries in clusters like  bursts of front yard fireworks on the Fourth of July. I could map them, these small explosions of sound, at their various points of origin, but by now they’ve begun to coalesce and by the time the elevator descends to the first floor I can hear the roar even before the doors slide open. The chanting is … Read More Townie


Heroine Chic

When I was a very small person, my very best friend in the entire world was this kid up the street whose mother had been the first friend my mother made when my parents moved to town. The kid and I didn’t make friends so much as find ourselves in the same playpen while our mothers discussed volunteer projects for the Junior League. And … Read More Heroine Chic