Uncategorized – Skeleton At The Feast

Living History

This is a letter I might have never written – filled with things I might have never said: a letter for my father’s retirement.

Today was a special day. This morning I woke to rain.

I find myself in a ridiculous position. Perhaps you can relate?

There are exactly two terrifying things about a well-written article.

This morning I had a conversation with my past self. She said she was disappointed, and I said, “That’s fine.”

This morning I sit on the balcony and lose track of time. If I’m not careful, I lose a whole year.

“Fact:” we’re exposed to the word early on, but most people’s usage is a little…non-factual.

A now-vanished newsstand held the seeds of understanding ambiguity.

Some days I want change. Today is such a day.

“Their. Own. Communities.” – Three problems there.