Back in Seward

Exactly one month ago, Seward brought me back. I sat tracing mountains from memory at the same loft window of the Resurrect Art Coffee Shop where I currently sit writing these words, a matching cup of coffee curling steam on the windowsill. One month ago, my mind had pounded with the wind whose blunt fingers gripped […]

Sister's Hiking Boots

Eleven Months of Home

Tomorrow at midnight, I will have been in this country for eleven months. When my plane from London touched down last November, I expected to hit the tarmac running. I would race my way through the holidays, pausing only once or twice to breathe in the hot steam of a pumpkin latte. I would run […]