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This is Thirty – Day 39 – Part One of a Few

That one night years ago, she drove us down narrow dirt roads to a wooded parking lot. One string of street lights back behind the trees in the middle of a warm summer. Three hours from the closest city. She threw the car into park and shut off the engine. A tangible...

This is Thirty – Day 37 – The Janitor

I cannot write today Not in complete sentences that are carefully planned out to make something I’m feeling resonate in your head at the same vibration, an echo of my thoughts transferred through a digital screen used as a tuning fork so you can hear my imperfect...

This is Thirty – Day 22 – Pen vs Keyboard

Maybe, as I saw in a post, it’s because it’s “that space between Christmas and New Year’s Eve where you don’t know what day it is,” but I don’t feel like writing today. I’m not sure how many people understand what I mean when I say...