Magic.
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.
Category Archive: memoir
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 […]
Officer Irube sat down one day, but his belt had turned sideways, and he ended up pepper spraying […]
There was a leashed pig on my doorstep when I came home Monday. He was refusing to cross […]
The thing that bothers me most is the numbness. The empty. The days I wake up blank. The […]
This was originally posted on the beautiful Beth Ann’s blog, It’s Just Life. I wanted to re-post it […]
I speak quickly. Too quickly. I have to repeat myself a zillion times a day. I am an […]
My family is a medley of cultures so I have no idea when a household tradition sources back […]
As time happens, I encounter more and more people who think prison is a metaphor I fold into […]
