“In the small hours of a cold February dawn, Justin and I walked to the Pacific, high cliffs eroding over the ocean, crashed and crashed by lapping salty waves. Their spray misted us in day’s young purple air, exhilarating. Walking… — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“The true answer held my chest like an unwanted hand’s sudden touch, uncomfortable and unfeeling.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“I trusted my husband so purely, as raindrops trust the ocean as they’re falling.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“Seamless like a fall leaf changing color, my will switched powerfully.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“I felt lit up, as if someone had reached into my heart and flipped an inner switch, turning me on, brighter.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“I felt a thrill—a new civil affinity budding in my dreams and in the brick-and-mortar city, simultaneously: that we, the people, were awakening to… — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“In the small hours of a cold February dawn, Justin and I walked to the Pacific, high cliffs eroding over the ocean, crashed and… — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“That evening after dinner, I picked lemons from the tree in the backyard, the fruits golden bulbs under the rising moon.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“When tomorrow broke, our hillside home filled up with honeyed light, a fish tank.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“The structure crouched like a great stone tiger on a slope of the East Bay, resting on the cliffside with calm grace.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
