Time’s Person of the Year was “You.”

I was a sophomore in college. I held the mirror up to my friend.

Outside a fraternity, I stood in a circle of women telling each other how pretty they were.

On the walk back to my room, I passed a monument: water running over granite.

The man I loved wanted me in his bed, so I could tell him he was exceptional.

There is a difference between Echo and the spring: one repeats, one colludes.