MIA KERNAGHAN

May I never forget all the sounds of my nana’s voice — the gentle surprise and simple radiance when I called her on the phone. The way...

Our California sits on the corner of Crest Cafe where young, Mexican men pour hot cups of coffee and catch serving trays acrobatically in...

After two years of healthy time apart, traveling the world felt more like a metaphor than several places I’d once seen — A place in Paris...

Another slow sunset where we said no hard feelings then weeks of unexpected silence measured in quiet waves — the feeling of hope and...

By morning time, I turn you off like a light switch on the wall, like lightning striking from the evening before, like a star that...

Sometimes I think about my baby blue room — where strings of pearly moon shone in and you felt beautiful wrapped in its light. This was...