I was born in Charlottesville. In Martha Jefferson Hospital, where my mom was a nurse. My dad worked as a carpenter. I lived there until I was 4.

I don’t remember much. Our house was pink and had a screened-in porch. The door slammed every time it closed. There was a gravel driveway and a tire swing hanging in the yard. In summer, we would catch fireflies and put them in mason jars with screen lids. There were so many fireflies the jars served as nightlights.

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