One of my earliest body memories is when I was 6. My family was going away for the weekend with our friends. It was Labor
When I was 22 years-old I moved to San Francisco from New Jersey. I arrived for a visit but in less than two weeks I
There is a pot on the stove, steam rising. A dry smell emits itself and the children ask, “What’s for dinner?” Potatoes and Chicken. Potatoes
I think it’s brave that you go to Whole Foods even though you might run into someone you know and have an awkward conversation about
Where I am from (I really wish I had more photos–working on it) I am from the Hackensack River and its tributary, the creek which
Letter to my younger self Dear very young Danielle, Have fun and smile just as much as you used to but don’t be such a
Hush Child and listen (rough draft) You don’t listen enough and sometimes you listen too much so that you are underlistening and sometimes overlistening–what is
The names have been changed to protect the innocent. My friendship was with a girl named Cindy. She was my neighbor through the woods, back
1974 Vacation Remember when family holidays were the coolest thing ever? Most likely this was before you turned thirteen, and still liked your parents at
I recently took an online women’s writing course and each week we were prompted to write about something. The teacher would give a lecture about
Why I write I write because my silence is painful. I write because truth is better than lies. I write because there is so much
When we were teens in New Jersey, summers were highlighted by going to the beach or “down the shore”. This is the very same shore
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