– November 2022 – When I committed to living in Buffalo, New York, this past summer, I didn’t think it would be in the wake of a massacre. The Jefferson Avenue Tops on Buffalo’s East Side was attacked on May 14; I arrived in Buffalo on June 4. I was spending my summer there acting… Continue reading

– December 2024 – I vomited pink clumps as my mother and her friend smoked and laughed, their loud rap music a current beneath, above, around, within the air. Absently, vision wavering and dancing almost sweetly, almost, I noticed the night beyond the window. “Finley,” she said, “Finley.” Not laughing now, her face serious, ugly… Continue reading

– December 2024 – First the place with hardwood floors where my mother would lie in the sunlight. Then the one with the big courtyard full of dead grass and brown staircases like so many spines winding up the back of the building. The graystone with the crumbling balcony outside the window of my brothers’… Continue reading