This New York Times Magazine piece, “George Saunders Has Written the Best Book You’ll Read This Year,” came out back in January, ahead of the release of Saunders’s new story collection, Tenth of December, but I’m just getting around to … Continue reading
For the past year, I’ve tried not to get political in this space, as I grieve Lorenzo and do my best to honor his short physical existence and eternal significance. I can no longer do so. Earlier this week, the … Continue reading
As focused as I’ve been on anniversaries, placeholders of passing time, I almost didn’t notice that today marks two years of living in Chile. It wasn’t until one of the very first friends I made here in my first Spanish class … Continue reading
It’s been a year since I held Lorenzo. The most important hour of my life. Technically, it’s been a year and two days. In my heart, a lifetime. My heart didn’t break that day—it pulverized. It was difficult to breathe … Continue reading
The morning after Mother’s Day is harder than Mother’s Day itself was. That’s a surprise. Maybe that’s because Mother’s Day itself was a Sunday. That means Ryan was home and we took Ruby out for some tennis balls in the … Continue reading