I have never felt as much urgent boredom as I did today. It wasn’t that I had finished a stubbornly mediocre semester with not a bang but a whimper, it was only that I was a little caught up in making my own versions of what I didn’t want to do. Today was supposed to … Continue reading The Need for Story
I write to my 30 year old self to feel less bad about turning this decade.
(Almost fiction, inspired by the truly unique CP. 🙂 )
Watch me cry over the deepest loss I have yet faced in my life- my entire childhood.