During a memoir class at Lighthouse Writers Workshop, my instructor, Harrison Candelaria Fletcher, gave us a free write assignment. Imagine you’re barefoot, he said, and walked into the yard of your childhood home. What would you feel? That early Tuesday evening some months ago, I could not recall a single instance of walking barefoot outside … Continue reading
When I arrived to Logan Airport last night to fly to Denver, I imagined a half-empty plane. The flight was to arrive at midnight and I figured most people traveled at a more civilized hour. But the Jet Blue staff announced that the aircraft would be full. I looked around and wondered who my seatmates … Continue reading
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