losing space…

It seems it’s time for the annual blog post. When last we visited our heroine, it was April 2020 and…

Agoraphobia in the Time of COVID

Agoraphobia isn’t an old friend, but it isn’t new, either. Like many people, I live with mental illness. My particular…

The kitten crouched in the wheel well of the truck. From what Janine could see, his frail body with the…

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Wh—” “Snow White is, okay? She’s not dead, she’s just in a very deep sleep.”…

Build that door, make it sturdy. Make it something that will shut out the outside, let nothing in. Close it,…

I sit frozen in place, confronting a blank page. Words are harder than they used to be. Once upon a…

Hanging out on the line Holding on for God knows what Knowing it’s necessary But not knowing how it’ll end…

They ran about mindlessly, like lemmings being led to the slaughter. No common denominator could be found. She didn’t know…

The pale tan line on Dan’s right middle finger stood out in stark contrast to the deep caramel tones of…

I was seven years old. He was a family friend. He would invite me to sit on his lap, then…