The world feels steeped in grief. Death is countable. Grief immeasurable. And while death is part of life, so much of it is unnecessary, senseless, and terrible. We grieve for more than people. We grieve moments. My mother wasn't there to see me graduate. We grieve relationships. My mother never knew her grandson. We grieve …
Oh fathers. Dads. Heroes. Monsters. Step-dads. Foster dads. Father figures. Memories. Men trying to figure out what they're doing. You may be thinking about your dad today. Some dads are kind, lifting you up, and holding your hand, and believing in you no matter what. Some dads believe in you sometimes. Depending. They try. In …
In my last post, I talked about my ongoing story that I'm sending out via Tiny Letter. Every Sunday I send a new installment. I've sent 9 so far. Now a few more of you signed up! THANK YOU! Tiny Letter is a free platform and an extremely pared-down version of MailChimp. (I do still …
When I was a toddler, my mom spent time in a hospital in Tampa. It would have been in the summer of 1971 or 72, right around the time of The Baker Act. I don't know if that had anything to do with her time in the hospital. I know that she tried to harm …
But if someone tells you they can't breathe, believe them. Give them air.
These are strange times. Everything I've thought to write seems beside the point. To say I dislike uncertainty seems silly. Few of us do. Some people say they do, but I tend think they mean uncertainty within reason. Some people shrug and say they've been working from home for years and nothing much has changed. …
If you subscribe to Tiny Letter, you've already got this. Also, I think I've finally figured out how I'm handling this from here on out. Thanks for reading! The Fairy Tale Asylum: Scene Six Nurse Stillmark walked calmly down the hall. She looked straight ahead. Looking at the security cameras was a mistake. Looking …
I'm too tired to comment on the state of the world. Here's more story. The Fairy Tale Asylum: scene 5 Hannah delighted in the thrill of adventure. Once she and Clem had snuck up onto the roof of the school during a pep rally in the gym. They’d spotted two teachers kissing the parking lot …
I'm getting back into the swing of things. Which is not to say I won't swing out of control in a few days. And by that I mean a Marta-esque out of control, which doesn't involve drugging, excessive drinking, or anything worthy of a good biography. No, for the moment, I've got a bit of …
I guess I'm finding the new routine. I'm sending out a somewhat simpler version of my newsletter. What's the difference between my newsletter and my blog? I usually write about books I'm reading and other things I want to share. I'll put fiction there I don't put here. This time I actually put the same …
