Why I don’t sew

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

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Lingerie Show/PG&E

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

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Potatoes

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

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I think it’s brave

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

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Where I am from

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

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Dear Younger Self

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

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Hush Child and Listen

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

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Friends

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

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1974 Vacation

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

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Grandmother

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

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Why I write

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

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Down the Shore

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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