The Stories We Tell

I was looking for a friend. That feels important to say first, because in retrospect I think I spent a … Continue reading The Stories We Tell

You Can’t Live in an Echo

There’s a version of methat still lives here,barefoot and unfinished,thinking the past is somethingyou can step back intoif you take … Continue reading You Can’t Live in an Echo

Note to Self

I find that whenever I am at an emotional an spiritual crossroads I am drawn towards Annie Rice novels. My … Continue reading Note to Self