OVER, UNDER
This is my first memory; tossing my body into uncertainty and feeling buoyed. The wave came and we made a choice. “Don’t wipe out,” my father would call, it was the only rule, yet it was inevitable. The waves often caught me, small and doughy in a floral one-piece.
MY REBOUND RELATIONSHIP HELPED ME HEAL
The Cut, January 2020
Unmoored by heartbreak and desperate for change, I hatched a plan. A friend had recently moved from California to the upper Hudson Valley, and she always seemed to be having such a nice time picking flowers and cheersing wine glasses in renovated barns.
ACTING OUR AGE
It is a sunlit Saturday in late September, a block party kind of day.
HOUSE SITTING
My plan left me feeling unanchored and temporary. It made me light. I could blow away at any moment, and none of this would matter. I was on the cusp of something, which made the present, the relationship, and that summer, feel as borrowed and temporary as house sitting.