Memoir

Desire and decision may not line up. Or indecision ends up being its own decision.

Working night shifts was exhausting, but it showed me a side of humanity and community I haven’t experienced since.

The underpaid part-time job is a cornerstone of teenage life. None shaped me more than the year I spent  in our town's “premier fun pub.”

For the first time, I understood despair and saw my children burning.

When my husband suffered a stroke, I was determined that this was not going to be the thing that unwound our love.

On pregnancy and grief during pandemic lockdown.

“Not here, not this school.” Until it is.

Life and death by misadventure.

Overheard intimacy pulls the listener into its orbit, insinuating complicity where there is none.