Butter was something that separated me from the rest of America, made me alien in restaurants, in the school…
The zipper is the essence of technology. Simple and mechanical, its function quotidian, its reach viral. Other…
When I was younger, I felt an impatience with the complainant nostalgia of older folks about vanished ways of social…
She was a perfect mirror. Do not imagine an empty vessel for others to pour their ideas into. That would make her a glass…
The world is comprised of two types of people: those who admire their own feet and those who are ashamed of them. Most of…
The long thin sticks lay in a narrow, mustard yellow box in my mother’s paint box. The cardboard…
The fingernail on the right thumb was the first to split. The ridges on the thumbnails were more…
No matter how I fight my prejudices, I find purple contemptible. Less evolved than other colors. I understand why it is…
Here. Outside separate. Vast. Swirls suggest this way that way. Brightness always calling upward. Drinking drying circles…
I remember one of the first lessons in a drawing workbook I had in my teens, “Drawing on the Right Side of Your Brain,”…