My Body, Myself
It’s so hard to be a person. I used to feel like an alien trying to approximate human speech when I communicated with people, as though the words in my he...
Month: January 2024
Why I Write
Because words are a feast and I am perpetually starving. Because the wind is harsh and biting and the wolves are howling outside the door, and words are the onl...
A Spell for the Missing
I am sitting here in the quiet of my living room with a cat on my lap, waiting for Italian food to get to me, and I’m thinking, I wish you were here. It&#...
So This Is the New Year
Death Cab for Cutie sings, “So this is the new year, and I don’t feel any different.” It’s an arbitrary date, one that doesn’t mea...