Glenora
All thoughts of my mother are similarly complicated by one thing. She died when I was fifteen. By the time I was twenty-four, I felt I’d already lived three lifetimes, in just this one life (which I’d always hoped would …
All thoughts of my mother are similarly complicated by one thing. She died when I was fifteen. By the time I was twenty-four, I felt I’d already lived three lifetimes, in just this one life (which I’d always hoped would …
Amuck the pandemic, disorientation has become a mode of being. It is the only fluidity available to me which permits survival. But it dampens my feelings, the inability to rely on any given circumstance forces me into an inner retreat, …