An Introduction, of Sorts.

I remember when Devon walked into my 9th Grade Social Studies class vividly. Her blonde hair nearly reached her waist, and she carried her books in her skinny arms with a kind of importance and glamor that I‘ve yet to see in anyone else, since.

The next year, I cut all that hair off, to her chin.

Devon taught me about hand-made noodles and half-truths, I taught Devon about Seders and visible despair.

Although, these days, I live in Missoula, Montana, and Devon lives in Brooklyn, we remain in almost constant contact. Recently, we decided to create this blog as a forum to share words and photographs with one another.

Being a bit the Confessionalist types, we’ll share with you, too.