Dear Carlene, I want you to know I don’t make a habit of writing letters to strangers. In fact, I’ve never even had a pen pal, deeply worried that airport security will read my overly poetic interludes. However, on myRead more…
Tall Houses
One time I accidentally sat in Chairman Mao’s chair. The feeling that flowed through my body then was like the unsettling eeriness of an unresolved tension. Worse, the knowledge that I had to stay sitting in that chair and wasRead more…