Growing up all over the place makes you skilled at adapting, but it also makes you hungry to belong, something that in part motivates my writing: carving out a space I know, trying to understand what I’m witnessing around me. The experiences of others everywhere.
Posts Tagged: home
Driving down Second Avenue, we saw the usuals: skater kids and college students, queens and models and junkies. My heart hurt more and more. The landmarks of my most troubled memories now filled my heart with longing. I even missed my ghosts....more
We never moved. We just faded out of the house. Let me clarify what I mean when I say “we”…...more
“…isn’t it strange, I mean, this thing about being a human being breathing and thinking and sensing and dwelling always, always, in a place?”
This essay in the Millions is all about place and home—how all aspects of living occurs in some sort of physical context, all readers are anchored in some sort of “inner geography,” and how being from somewhere is key to a writer’s ability to observe and report honestly on the experience of living in a new place....more