the Nixionary

I’ve always wanted to be someone who slept well. Lately, 4a.m., when the light is already a wet blue through the windows, is the beginning of my day. I have nothing to do this early, but everything to think about. I am up because I’m my mother’s daughter. She does the same thing.
I’m also up [...]

A few days ago I hiked with my friend Natalie on the new cross-trail–a wide gravel path disappearing down from the high school into a shaded maze of greens and streams and sounds with no origins other than the hanging tangle of the Tongass rainforest. When we hike, she pushes her ten week old twins [...]

I’ve been on the water for three days, having left Sara and her son Liam and their kitchen smelling of honey and bread dough, warm milk and washable markers. On my last day in Kodiak, the fog looked thicker than the icing on the little gingerbread shapes Sara snuck into my going-away bag. Also in [...]