I traveled through New England and found myself connecting with someone while better understanding what I wanted from life in this country. Read it.

My dad published his first volume of poetry when I was a teenager. Until then, I was quite unaware, yet totally unsurprised to discover, my father wrote poems—even as he found round after round of cancer. Read it.

At this age, and in this age, I would like my surrounding world to be more real—and less digital noise. Read it.