The Dinosaur in My Living Room

Dad carries the little desk and sets it down in the kitchen. As if it’s just an ordinary desk. It was built in 1720, predating the Industrial Revolution. Mom and Dad show me how to find the clues to unlock its secrets. See here, the nicks in the wood along the edges? Made by knife,…

When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

Discovering My Family History

I didn’t want to write about this, because it’s so personal. But I think it’s important to let people see stuff like this, so here we are. My Creative Writing major (which my brother insists will condemn me to the barista life) requires a twenty- to twenty-five-page piece of creative writing. I chose to write…