archives, fiction Sung Home: Chapter Seven. {fiction} Seth and Daddy seemed to sink more deeply into their beds, like emaciated sloths that had fallen asleep in quicksand, descending ever farther away from us. Continue Reading
archives, you & me Hello from the Chrysalis. Hello from the chrysalis. It doesn’t get easier. Recovery is quicker, but there is no outrunning the unavoidable. The cycle continues. Continue Reading