Someone asked me, (okay it was a Bloganuary writing prompt, I don't actually know any real people), what I would tell my teenage self. What advice would I give? My actual teenage self There are several ways that conversation could go. An almost uncountable number of vectors it could veer down. None of them would … Continue reading My Teenage Self
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1976 and the Holy Grail
It has been a rough patch of days. Some of the worst. I'm not freaking kidding! But at some point today, after clawing up a very steep hill for... for what, two days? Three? A billion? After that climb, I saw a distant shimmer. I'm a fool to follow it's empty glistening, but I believe … Continue reading 1976 and the Holy Grail