The Future Is Bright: a letter to whomever still reads this blog

I laughed when she said it: “the future is bright.” For once it wasn’t one of those terse bitter laughs. I had actually found amusement in this cute little phrase. Bright is my mother’s maiden name, and a great majority of the women who marry into our family use that line as their marital slogan. […]

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Why I’m Moving Out

There’s no peace here. I’m writing amidst breaking glass and gunshots. There’s a helicopter severing the air and a man just unleashed a guttural scream. More shots are ringing out and I think my ears just witnessed a murder. It’s all on TV, but it infiltrates my peace nonetheless. I know I’m late to the […]

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