Author Archives: meaghancc

It was a way out. Out of myself. Out of the brokenness and business suits of K street, the asshole lawyer in the elevator who asked me what kind of a cheap place I would work at to be able … Continue reading →

It’s golden, creamy when warm, hard when soft. It melts in my mouth, or on a slab of freshly-baked sourdough bread. Transporting itself into an unforgettable liquid gold. The Illinois state fair’s dairy barn fashions a statue of Abraham Lincoln … Continue reading →

On the eve of my 40th birthday, at a moment when I’m at the peak of my life and crossing over to the other side of the hill, I thought I’d know more. I thought I would understand more. I … Continue reading →

I’m sipping alpine tea, a daily ritual I have been trying to commit to and practice. Seems simple, the act of turning on the faucet, filling the kettle, flicking on the gas stovetop, and waiting as the water begins to … Continue reading →

You’re a lightning bolt, a piercing passageway of violence leading to us, the hair standing on the back of our neck now at attention You’re a zipper, opening up with raw force and dissonant sound to reveal what’s underneath, the … Continue reading →

do dragonflies bite, he asked?  mmmmm. i think they’re carnivores. like those plants that eat flies. or tigers. we were lazing on a giant raft, shifting with the current from one end of the lake to the next. trying to … Continue reading →

our dinner dialogue is sometimes amusing, and sometimes not. on good days, we talk politics, listen to fantastical podcasts about comedians and economists and black culture, or scroll through a playlist on spotify meant for ‘dinner parties.’ on other days, … Continue reading →

home, maybe for you it’s a shell. a castle. a nest. maybe it’s a hut or a reef or a cardboard box. an adobe, an igloo, a ranch, the beach. home.  it’s 2433 miles away. southern illinois.  it’s summer where … Continue reading →

cherie has been on my mind so much lately. the last time i saw her, we were in the closing circle of our commonweal retreat, tears staining our faces, our hearts open with gratitude, chins up high and eyes clear, … Continue reading →