Uncategorized
-
One thing I know: The lowest times in our lives can make the wildest stories. From hair-stand-up scary to gut-wrenching to just plain weird, I spent one year in the hallowed halls of an establishment higher ups seemed to give up on. Without further adieu, below are just a few of the 8926282 tales from…
-
I write to untangle the intangibles. I write to change minds. Especially mine. I write to notice the little things. To throw my heart in the ocean, and watch as it floats by. My bookshelf bursts with notebooks and books and letters. Some written in crayon. From crisis centers way back when. Because communication was…
-
My maternal grandmother derived pleasure from gifting. That was her thing. I think it was her way of justifying her presence in a room, as if presence necessitated presents. Because she wasn’t “good enough.” Have you ever felt that way? I have. And it’s lonely. Grandy Lynn, the grandmother I’m telling you about, had it…
-
Tell me your first memory. That vague moment, obscured by time. I go back to inching toward a purple mailbox, attached to my plastic garden. The sides rough-ish. Cheap, basic, enchanting. I pulled myself up to open it, check the inside, close it, open, close, open, close. With a little thrill each time, what if…
wordsonwords 