Meg KensingtonI remember…[on recklessness and perspective and vivid recollection of youth] Roof wrangling, gripping the cargo rack — wind shuffling my sagewild…May 6, 2020May 6, 2020
Meg KensingtonRoad TripOn the side of a dried riverbed, we sweat off the tires — back-breaking twist over hot asphalt. All that laughter — mirage in the distance.Apr 16, 2020Apr 16, 2020
Meg KensingtonI wouldn’t call it a vacation.(on vulnerability and growing up with a parent who is mentally ill) It might help to explain — we were never a family, exactly.Apr 13, 2020Apr 13, 2020
Meg KensingtonEven super heroes succumb to weather.(on death and fear and losing a hero) At 165 miles per hour, I closed my eyes — relaxed belly to backbone, inhaled deeply.Nov 11, 2019Nov 11, 2019