Huron Avenue + Aberdeen Avenue Gleeful dash across the street, that German Shepherd running on three legs.
I have been forced, because the Babysitting Charge demands it, to read the book Harriet the Hamster Fairy out loud, every afternoon, while the Charge eats her snack, for the better part of a week, and let me just say,
That golden retriever walking on the sidewalk. That shaggy black dog standing on the sidewalk. That golden lab at the soccer field. That old black lab at the playground. That very old poodle at the playground. That Great Dane hanging out at that bar. That Miniature
For the full essay (and the drinking game), see it on 20 Something Magazine. Originally published on October 3, 2014. --- Ah, yes, the dreaded internship, something us 20-somethings know all too well. How else does one get experience these days? Gone seems
For the full essay, see it on The Toast. Originally published on September 24, 2014. --- “Are fish supposed to look like this?” My two roommates appeared by my side, our faces almost touching as we peered into the tank, so close our breath
For the full flash nonfiction piece, see it on Cheap Pop. Originally published on September 16, 2014. --- In the red of night, I float between places. The neon sign across the street fills my dark room with a sharp scarlet light. I
For the full essay, see it on The Toast. Originally published on August 19, 2014. --- I used to be a regular at the pet store on the second floor of my local mall, down by Sears. Whenever I had to go with
For the full essay, see it on The Rumpus. Originally published on August 18, 2014. --- Let me disclose two things up front. This past year I was an editorial intern at the Frances Goldin Literary Agency, working for, among others, Monica Byrne’s
47th Street + 9th Avenue Hey, you, French Bulldog, in your sleeveless black band tee: you are so metal.
Berry Street + North 12th Street Tethered big Bernese – patient, waiting for owner as drunk friends pet you.