Everything Is New

Driving across the causeway in Deer Isle, Maine: an island connected to the mainland by an old green bridge, sandbars, and causeways. I was thirty-nine. I’d just arrived. The pets would come later, by plane. I spent nearly ten years of childhood summers a few hours south in Boothbay Harbor. But this place: I didn’tContinue reading “Everything Is New”

Still a Caterpillar

Sometimes I change my life so drastically it’s almost like killing myself. Moving blind from New York City to South Australia, from London to a San Francisco youth hostel, from Australia to an island off the coast of Maine. I focus on the beginning, the new. I don’t think about the old–the ghost of aContinue reading “Still a Caterpillar”