There is something people misunderstand about writers, or at least about writers like me. They think I spend my life arranging words, tweaking sentences, chasing the perfect line. I do that, but that is not the heart of it. The real work happens before anything hits the page, in the quiet moments where someone assumes … Continue reading Notes on a Manufactured Lover
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When What Once Felt Safe No Longer Feels Right
There are some losses that do not simply hurt you. They initiate you. Losing my father changed the texture of my life in ways I still do not fully have language for, even now. Not only emotionally, but physically, spiritually, psychologically. It was as though something fundamental between myself and the world had been removed … Continue reading When What Once Felt Safe No Longer Feels Right
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