So, I don’t know if I will ever talk about the thing. I remember reading an essay of the Yarn Harlot’s once–something had happened in her family that she didn’t want to share–but she wanted to share the after-effect, which was simply, that for about two weeks, she was so heartbroken she couldn’t even… Read More

Ugh! Where to start, where to start, where to start… It feels like all of my anecdotes have been told until they’re ready to shrivel up and float away.  I’m going to start with one that happened when I was in about eight grade. My dad worked nights, and there was sort of a revolving… Read More