grief stumblingstone: goodbye from space
Gravity holds you in place even when you want to float free, and sometimes the hold is a hug, and sometimes the hold is a strangle. Continue reading grief stumblingstone: goodbye from space
Gravity holds you in place even when you want to float free, and sometimes the hold is a hug, and sometimes the hold is a strangle. Continue reading grief stumblingstone: goodbye from space
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. Continue reading memoir: fore/ward/telling