That Time When I Lost a Piece of Myself

In a recent email exchange with an old friend from grad school, 25-year-old Vanessa appeared, invited by his words. It was as if he added water to a freeze-dried me, and I reconstituted before my own eyes. There she was, that other, prior me. A young woman who had done one thing consistently since she… Continue reading That Time When I Lost a Piece of Myself