Quiet

You know better than anyone I’m not myself when I’m quiet Sometimes I run but never out of words Though lately I’ve been at a loss for what to say Should I tell you about the man in the stained grey sweatshirt reaching into a Park Avenue trash can to sip from two lidded coffee … More Quiet

Guilt

Our trembling legs carried us into the white-walled hospital for the first time. I had just returned from a month-long academic program in Oxford. I stepped directly from the most enchanting dream into the most heart-wrenching nightmare. My parents and I walked past children with wigs and children without on the way to Caroline’s room. … More Guilt

Tenerife

Last week, I dreamt I was getting an airplane tattooed on my arm. If you’re picturing a delicate little wrist tattoo, please reimagine. Think entire forearm—wrist to inner elbow. Last night, I dreamt I was trying to catch a plane home but missed my flight, then booked another one and missed that as well. I … More Tenerife

A Note From Cara

There are over a million words in the English language, and I have one standout favorite: Fearless. If you look up the word in a dictionary, you will not find a very alluring denotation–“without fear; bold or brave; intrepid.” The way I see it, being fearless means much more than that. To be fearless is to do … More A Note From Cara