Saint’s Letter

All of my earliest memories are yellow. I’m sure it has something to do with the age, like the way the pages of a book turn, after so many years folding under the weight of another’s hands. So when I think about Sunday school, my dresses are never white, and the way you look, standing […]

All the Little Gods

The first time I saw God I was sitting in the back of a minivan bound for Orlando, driving down I-95 at three AM with a sleeping sister nestled under my arm. I watched my mother’s reflection swaying lazily in the fogged window as she hummed along to some nameless, crooning rock ballad playing low […]