I remember writing, “I read to write better,” a few times when talking about books. This is true but it’s also a cop-out. So that I won’t have to tell you how, when everything falls apart and the body crumbles under not knowing how to go … Continue reading Reading Keeps Me Alive
“It’s okay. I’m doing okay, don’t worry about me.” We sat at the coffee table on the floor of grandpa’s house, a place that has ceased to be a family home for about a decade now. Aspects of friends and family flickered about in fragments … Continue reading What’s the moon without the sun?