Relationships through Food

Snack cakes come packaged in twos. In 8th grade, my dad would drive me to and from school on his three weeks off. Working on the North Slope in Alaska, his schedule has fluctuated over the years, but back then he was three weeks on the slope and three weeks off at home. In the…

While Waning

I don't usually like to preface my writing with explanation or apologies, a habit I learned from Hollins where my work was expected to stand alone and endure critique with an author's closed mouth, but this poem, being the first for the blog and a rather personal one, warrants an introduction. I am allergic to…