It feels awkward, suspicious to be someone of few opinions.
Category: creative non fiction
I’m rebranding Crush-ball
Ever so slightly so that it barely matters
Don’t forget…
My Grandma has Dementia, but somehow that’s done nothing for my own memory.
EU-ROPE-ING while Black: one story
They just watched us get darker and darker, welcoming in the deeper glow, disgusted. But what could they do?
Stories from the 22
Reflections from aged 22 on the eve of 23.
Let feelings be
It is just a feeling. But why do I do that with feelings? Feelings are not always thoughts, not always stories. They’re felt, sometimes that is all.
Ease
A leaf out of my book and that of anyone who is tired
This Is Fun
This new fun has cast a dead white sky over my life.
A personal essay type-thing (while I work on an actual story) on boring fun. Trigger warning: I use the word fun 27 times.
Don’t Ask Me How She’s Doing: The Story of Grandma, Dementia and The House of Seven.
Having Dementia in the house carries with it an onslaught of inside jokes.
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