I was walking to the corner store to buy candy with my meagre allowance one bright summer morning, skipping cracks because who wants a mother with a broken back, and when I looked up, I was fifty-two. There’s a lifetime in the gap, but I forget all too often the history in my history, focusing…… Continue reading Criticism or celebration?
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I don’t love the “reblog” button on posts, mine or anyone else’s. It doesn’t work the way I want it to: I have to pop back to my page to make changes anyhow. To save time, I now reblog essays, mine or anyone else’s, by creating a new post with an attachment. The great thing…… Continue reading Reblog: We forget – it’s a good thing.
I used to think I was a new soul. I don’t believe in reincarnation, except when I do, which is in a vague, “I don’t think about the details much,” kind of way. I decided “new soul” because I don’t feel like I’ve been here before. Except I have this thing where I hate my…… Continue reading My neuralgia has flared up: I’m now waiting for the locusts.