My Story–Part 1

I can't ever remember a time when I didn't feel self-conscious about how my body looked. When I was around 10 they did a scoliosis test at school. We all filed into a little classroom off of the gym, one-by-one. Then we faced the wall, pulled our shirts off, and bent over so the nurse … Continue reading My Story–Part 1


Virginia Street

When I moved to Missouri in 2003, I was shaken and disoriented. It felt like I had been in a prolonged period of free fall, and Missouri is where I finally hit the ground. It knocked the breath out of me. In that sleepy town on the muddy banks of the Mississippi, I felt loneliness … Continue reading Virginia Street