The first burial I ever went to was that of my lolo. It was January, but it was still relatively warm, the way it had been all winter....

In the early morning, when the sun is beginning to fringe the edges of the sky heading to school and wasting six hours within the...

Memory is a funny thing. Sometimes you have the ability to forget the big picture, the simple actions, white-out the faces, take away...

The kitchen hasn’t been renovated yet. A row of happy-face stickers is plastered across the cabinet, some of them drooping, some of them...

I have never had a good grip on socializing. That is not to say that I do not enjoy being around people, I do, it simply terrifies me. I...

I looked out from the bow of the boat to the curved island. We sat in the calm bay where we were sheltered from the choppy ocean. The...

The guitar has a maple fretboard, and a small, red body. I sit on my bed for a while, looking at it. When I stand up, the floorboards...

I remember the first time I held her, how her little pinky gripped my thumb as her dark, cloudy eyes roamed my face. The warmth of her...

When I met you for the first time it was a late afternoon in mid July. I was seven years old. I was playing down the street in my...

I told myself this was going to be a day of ceremonial nothingness, that I would indulge in the void and let the tides of my...

The shoes my mother wore that day were gray. They were closed-toed and pointed at the end, though the toe cap was already beginning to...

From the day we are born, we will slur crumbs of a language through our stubby teeth, a language of six feet of snow and ushankas we...

At school, I thought I had friends. We bent our heads together and checked to make sure no one could hear, swapped gossip and first kiss...

One would probably assess my fourteen year old sister’s sleep schedule and my sleep schedule as starkly contrasting. I’m an early riser...

I never believed that I could fall in love so young, much less in love with her. I would scoff at Romeo and Juliet’s yearning for unity...

I stand on the stage of Symphony Hall, my shoulders tense, like they always are. A panel of five judges, faces covered in plain blue and...

A young boy, 9 or so years old, followed close behind as his father walked through the lobby of San Diego City Hall with a folder of...

An old, stubby, glitter-shedding, sandpaper textured, bright pale-yolk colored pencil. Clumps of glitter wedged in between the cloth of...

I wanted to be Anakin. I wanted Obi-Wan Kenobi to find me, just barely surviving in my desert hut. I wanted him to know I wanted to be a...

I I rest in a plush chair, waiting for my second ultrasound of the year, and my third breast examination. The hospital has become an...