Some Ways of Seeing
Prompt No. 71: Nag Champa, Meshell Ndegeocello, and Other Acquisitions
Lately, I find myself reflecting on the paucity of my early twenties. I was working as an editor then, making no money, and living in a wonderfully old apartment building. A mattress sat on the bedroom floor with a small brass Moroccan table beside it. My grandmother’s alabaster lamp lit the room just enough to read at night. The…
