Wormholes in memory.

Note: I am on my emergency vacation. This is a piece I wrote a few months ago and never did anything with. Waiting for the right window, I guess. Maybe it’s today. Sometimes I think there are wormholes in memory. Back doors. The other day I had a flash of...

Working with pain.

I have been wanting to do some writing about the realizations I’ve had while working on and through the pain in my arms. It’s just that I keep getting tangled up around how to start. It’s hard to draw a map of the healing process when you don’t...
The Fluent Self