It is approximately the eleventh anniversary of the day I began writing my big bad book. It currently stands at 103,741 words. I might have finished it by now, but I haven't written anything since Foxy died. On Friday, October 16th, I was writing a scene by hand, writing down for the first time some … Continue reading Thoughts on Death
Foxy: Obit
When we first got Foxy, we didn't have furniture yet. My dad was in the process of moving out and my mom didn't want a dog at her house, so I slept in my dad's empty house with her. Foxy, October 2014 She was a rescue, found on the streets alone, and we didn't know … Continue reading Foxy: Obit
Forget Home
It's easier to forget that I have another life on the other side of the ocean than to admit I've been neglecting that life. I've spoken more french over the last year than I have spoken to my mom at all. It's only now, with a week of classes left to my entire university experience that … Continue reading Forget Home
Visiting My Grandparents
Note: I wrote this on December 22nd, 2015 after a visit while I was home for the holidays. Being the holidays, I was busy and got distracted before I could put it up. I forgot about it until now, but here it is at last. It's just a short piece. Hope you like it. My grandfather should … Continue reading Visiting My Grandparents
Thoughts on Guilt
Yesterday I said I would be braver, so today I'm going to write about what scares me more than anything: my feelings. That was supposed to be funny. Things are never funny when I try to make them funny. It's a curse, really. I've been realizing more and more lately that there's a feeling sitting in … Continue reading Thoughts on Guilt
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