Conversations with My Future Daughter

Hello, It’s me. Your mom. At the time I’m writing this letter, I’m 26. I am awesome. You are not born (or even possible) yet, so I can spend all my money and time on myself. It’s a wonderful life. I assume by the time you’re old enough to read this letter, I will have […]

Mental Illness

Caregiving: Notes From The Middle Of The Night

So much exists in the middle of the night.


Reading Someone Else’s Letters

Hardly anyone writes letters anymore, and that’s a crying shame because when it comes time to tell the story of our age, the historians of the future will have a lot less to draw on. I love reading dead people’s love letters. It’s the best way to get inside someone’s head and get a glimpse […]


Your Name Tastes Like Purple

In my head, the letter N is green. The number 5 is blackish gray, and in his early 20s. The month of February is lavender colored and covered in ice. So in case you haven’t guessed, I have synesthesia. I’ve had it all my life, I suppose. People who are experts on such things say […]