A little after week in California’s Safer At Home restrictions, a girlfriend and myself text each other at […]
2015 A correctional officer is microwaving popcorn, using the appliance a couple desks away. The room smells like […]
Today, I can make myself a cup of tea from scratch. So I do. I chop the ginger […]
This week I got some good news. Some really good, really unexpected news. To rewind a bit, I […]
Earlier this year, I peed in a bedpan, one floral hospital curtain away from my boyfriend. He turned […]
And the form asks if I’m having headaches. I think about my taffy brain, how it’s been pulled […]
Behind the well on our farm, beside the barn, before the fence. It is a nook, if a […]
I know there is magic.
I never stop looking for it. I pretend I can make it. My fingers tap across a keyboard and it crackles like sorcery.
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?
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.
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.
November 2018 His voice is comfortable with itself, the kind of calm authority you develop when people count […]