fiction
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under Construction The museum opens at dawn, though you won’t arrive until much later. I am here in the quiet blue light, walking through galleries I have curated for years now, my footsteps finding the same worn paths they always find. You’ve been here before. I remember you, the way you paused at the silver… Read more
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I Am The Villain: A Story About the Friend I Destroyed If you know me in real life, you know about Karen and Albert. I wrote about that story on this blog—about how I was the villain, how I didn’t stand up for myself when it mattered, how that lesson has stuck with me ever… Read more
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The Tending A Companion Piece to “What is a Mother Without Children?” You want to know how this museum works. You want to know when I built each room, whether this building is real or imagined, what my medical history entails, how many years I tried, whether I’m married, if I have a name beyond… Read more
Steadfast Sanity 