A Portrait of the Artist as a Not Quite Young Man

What shape do we expect the decades of our life to take? In my twenties, I lived in 10 different cities, became the first member of my family to graduate from college, marched through a few serious relationships, abandoned the religion of my youth and completed writing 3 (of 4) novels. But so much is left undone.

One Box Packed

That makes one box down, hopefully two to go (though probably three). The ritual of packing is a familiar one, though one I still manage to screw up in the silly ways:  Writing the address on the clear tape instead of under it; overpacking some boxes, underpacking others; those sorts of things that you'd think, … Continue reading One Box Packed