musings

Sublime Beside Mundane

If you'd like, I would like to invite you into my life. It has a daily quality that is terribly routine and perhaps mundane--the life of the mind does not thrive in chaos although it is often molded in that chaos to seek something more ordered. When I was a young writer I basked within… Continue reading Sublime Beside Mundane

versions of the truth

The Art of Falling Apart

With shocking regularity I find that being an adult often means breaking down completely as though I will never be able to hold any more information or feeling within myself. I know I was a tough kid because I didn't cry often. I learned not to because my father wanted a son but I was a… Continue reading The Art of Falling Apart