High School: September 2001 versus 2016

I’m working at my  former high school for four months. I’m teaching all of these humans in the same desks I once sat in, fifteen years earlier. Doing so ruffles up  bits of memory not visited in years. Walking those halls in a different role conjures up endless thought. First, a list. Things I did […]

Scotland as home.

(Blog post Home: Part Two) In 2003, internet cafes were a thing. So were calling cards and phone booths – sorry, phone boxes. As a nineteen year-old American living in Edinburgh, reaching home to Colorado involved purchasing  a phone card from the newsagents and finding an open telephone box. You know, the red ones everyone […]

Dear 31,

Dear 31, Your predecessor haunted me. It followed me for months: 3-0 three oh 30 thirty. It screamed at me from writing homework – reflections and recollections and every single unanswered everything in my real life or fake life or would-be life or could-be life or should-be life or might-be life; it deafened me to […]

Home. Part One.

Scotland, 2013: I rarely walked down Balcarres Street in the daylight. The number 23 bus took me directly  to my Edinburgh flat. The night buses dropped me off on Morningside Road, a main thoroughfare, though still shuttered  and empty after nightfall (save a few pubs). The 10 minute walk from Morningside Road was dark and […]