It started with a sweatshirt. An old, fraying grey hooded sweatshirt with green lettering on the chest; the neck is cut and there are small knots tied in the ripping fabric of the…

I lost my sister’s ring two weeks ago. A white gold Irish claddagh with three small diamonds inside the heart. I’ve worn it on my finger nearly every day for the past 13…

Driving home today, my Apple Music was on shuffle. The last song to come on before I parked in my driveway was one by Damien Rice. Moving, and maybe a little strange, his…