The Suburbs

My draft box is filling with essays inchoate for lack of focus. Or lack of time. Both, actually. I’ll leave it like that for now. Tonight’s post will probably just be thoughts. Random, desultory musings – whatever pops into my head. They might coalesce… Continue Reading


Today I’ve parked myself at a Starbucks by the yoga studio where I’m soon to find myself desperately clinging to a slab of rubber against the slippery force of my sweaty palms. That’s right. Hot yoga, baby. I took my first class… Continue Reading