It has been a year since I was last in Ireland and nearly that long since I have written here. I haven't been silent for a lack of things to say or even writer's block. In fact, there are several incomplete drafts waiting and many post-worthy issues in American culture begging for my attention. The … Continue reading Longing for Home
I drove to work today bathed in the thick scent of cheap cologne. It was the smell of violation and it made my stomach lurch. This morning I opened my car door to find the contents of my console emptied onto the seat, my homemade cds rifled through, my cheap sunglasses examined … Continue reading How Do We Feel Safe In an Unsafe Place?
I have a secret. I’ve been told to keep quiet about it. Not that I didn’t already know that I should. After all, she said, you wouldn’t want them to think... It is true. I wouldn’t want you to. Here’s the deal: My mind is broken. In several ways, but today, the worst part is … Continue reading I Wouldn’t Want You to Think….
What I still find myself wondering–obsessing over really—is this: how did she make her peace with letting go of all of that in such a short amount of time? Would I have been able to do the same?