Mothers are not meant to be remade. This was a truth known since childhood. No simulacrum, no effigy could take the place of the spark that died in late September. I’d seen her dead. I’d touched her lifeless body. That cool, rigid cheek would never dimple from a smile. And she would never rise from … Continue reading raise the dead
About to be eight, if we're really keeping count, but at this point, what's the difference? Why haven't I posted in half a year's time? Let's throw out some guesses. working on new projects crappy mental health crappy health in general OCD That last one. What the hell is that? is something I asked roughly … Continue reading Seven months.