Life has not been gentle. Sometimes, I am more bruise than woman.
Freeze your love for safe-keeping.
Call it grief.
I run up the Captain’s room at the firehouse, and peek my head in the door. My team lead comes up beside me and shouts into the room: “Wood pussy!”
I’m going for 30 posts anyway. I like to push myself.
At the doctor’s last week, he said I needed to stop pushing myself. That I need to do literally one thing at a time.
The world may be falling apart, but my press-on nails hold firmly. I cut the avocado in half, […]
Do you know the story of hippo? How he has to open his mouth wide every few minutes to show Papa God that he hasn’t eaten any of the most favored fishies?
November is just around the corner, and while many of our writer friends will be participating in NaNoWriMo (congrats, y’all, and good luck!) — some of us will be doing what we do. Running our yearly blog-marathon for National Blog Posting Month.
In the bathtub, I curl up clothed, and cry. I don’t remember how to turn the water on. The buttons on my shirt take too much dexterity to undo.
Once, I read a fairy tale about a man who could swallow the sea. His brothers were gifted with equally unbelievable talents, but I was fixated on him– the man who drank down a world of water so they could walk across.
On June 8th, I had a mini stroke (a transient ischemic attack). Since then, I’ve had two more while at hospitals.
In March, I started seriously thinking about writing a memoir, and this memory is what I thought would start it, because I wanted to capture the busy softness of my life before. I wanted to start it in a way that said it was more of a love story than a horror story, but horrible things definitely happen.
And I’m so embarrassed that I’m not all better. It makes me cry and that makes me more embarrassed and also… I always misspell embarrassed.
What words do you misspell?
I wrote a post for StigmaFighters about anxiety in prison, and how it was rewarded there, and how I am unlearning that still.
A fiction based entirely on lots and lots of non-fiction experiences, moments, and conversations. It is the story […]