At the age of six, my vice used to be binge eating the blackberries that grew in my grandmother's backyard. Blackberries remind me of that end of summer feeling. The warm darkness of evening. That comfortable knowing that the trees will continue to be green, the rain will always quickly pass, the crickets will sing for you at twilight, and the fireflies will ease you into the silver glow of the moon. At the age of twenty-nine, I became an…
