On writing and on reconciliation

I pressed the phone into the bone of my ear until it hurt and then hung up. I knew she wasn’t brave enough to do it, and I knew I didn’t need her to anymore. I had turned the devastation into fiction. The characters in the novel don’t reconcile. They go on living in a thorny acceptance that pricks like penance.

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The First Visitation

Over the past six months, I have been visited, over and over again, by something that I don’t understand.  I hear whispers at night, and I can’t close my eyes.  I’m terrified of what will come next.  Of what the next thing on the list will be.  And then in some moments, I am overcome with gratitude that my list is so long and full of life—even though much of the past six months has been ugly.

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Hello!

To be spiritual is to research an obsession—to honor something the brain has clutched onto and won’t let go.  I try my best to be a woman who participates in the world but also lays down under the surges of my brain when my eyes pop open in the night.

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