Home is Where You Hang Your White Flag–In Which We Sign Another Lease

Dear Lily June, There was a little, living dream, born with a warm, wet heart that sounded, for a minute, as omnipresent as… Read more Home is Where You Hang Your White Flag–In Which We Sign Another Lease

Unknown Unknowns–In Which My Anxiety Needs Its Own Walk-in Closet

Dear Lily June, Once upon a time, when your mother was just a junior in high school, our country’s Secretary… Read more Unknown Unknowns–In Which My Anxiety Needs Its Own Walk-in Closet

Inspectacle–In Which We Get Closer to Being Homeowners

Dear Lily June, If I’ve seem a little preoccupied with our house-hunt this summer, it could be because your mother… Read more Inspectacle–In Which We Get Closer to Being Homeowners

High Coo–In Which Your Poet Parents Get Caught in Red Tape

Dear Lily June, Some people see poems as extraordinarily complex little puzzles. Like they were Rubik’s cubes you set to… Read more High Coo–In Which Your Poet Parents Get Caught in Red Tape

Coffee & Change–In Which We Rewind Yesterday

Dear Lily June, I often wish my life were a story written in a book. When I was having trouble comprehending… Read more Coffee & Change–In Which We Rewind Yesterday