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 […]