I sat in the living room window watching my parents pile camping gear into the car. Tents, fishing poles, some ugly green tackle box, lanterns, you name it. I’m not sure how many cans of bug spray we really needed but my mother had decided 6 was an appropriate number. My father has more preoccupatied with cooking essentials and hitting the road soon. I’m not sure what urgent plans awaited us in th...

Sometimes I sit and stare at the pavement and watch feet shuffle by. Each pair falling in stride with another. The steps making sound in unison. I envy that rhythm. I envy the harmony of conjoined laughter for I have fallen silent. No joyous sounds pass my lips and my gait lands noiselessly.

Sometimes I hear the echo of you in a random moment. Always random. Jarring and sudden. The reality of y...