Writing to Survive
Transforming the painful past and the mundane present into a coherent story, one post at a time.
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The slog and drag of the humdrum - 5 days ago
Here are the things I don't write about here: My son's colds and coughs Chores, like vacuuming up the fur, dust, and sand that accumulate pretty quickly in a house with three cats, a dog, and three humans The laborious process of rewriting my... Topics: Quotidian existence
Swann song - 7 days ago
I miss the tall ginkgos with their rotting fruits, the way the berries felt beneath my feet with just enough crunch, a pleasure to step on. The sidewalk was covered with ginkgo leaves, too, bright yellow fans dampened with the rain. A storm had come... Topics: Quotidian existence
I serve in this fashion - 13 days ago
I trace an outline of my daughter’s hand on thin tissue paper. The paper is pink as cotton candy and her hand is limp. She is asleep. I’ve spent the last weekend tracing her limbs and torso while she sleeps, working my way up to her... Topics: Fiction
Pictures of Atlantis - 20 days ago
Over the past few months, I've been going through old pictures to scan and put on Facebook, shots of old friends and increasingly long-ago events. I have avoided lingering over photos of old boyfriends (I actually only have pictures of one of my old.. Topics: Quotidian existence
The bottom of the sea - 26 days ago
Tom was pinned to the sea floor, staring into the gloom of pale green water, when his family started drifting past like surreal floats in an underwater parade. The first one to show was Faye, his father’s girlfriend, jammed into a one-piece bathing. Topics: Fiction




























