
By Maggie Pahos My mom died when I was twenty-two, and four months later, I boarded a plane for Ghana—to try to find solid ground, to be touched by something other than my own life, to remember what was still beautiful in the world. For eleven months, I traveled with my boyfriend, Will, onto South […]
The Present Is Alive. The Past Can Be, Too. — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog