After moving to a new town, I bicycled around to get to know it. About a mile in, I noticed a balled-up envelope with a piece of paper sticking out. It had a crayoned picture of a heart on it.
Tag: Father
Pale Whisper – The Loss Trilogy, Pt. 1
Something I was thinking about this morning coincides with the Writing 101 prompt to write about a loss: my birth father and the loss of him, or rather, the absence of him, in my life. I don’t know that I can say “loss,” ‘cause I don’t remember a time I “had” him. I’ve talked about him a bit before, and I’ve said that he’s abusive, but I haven’t gone into detail about what he did.
The Smell of an Instrument
I began Creo Somnium in March of 2013, but it was on May 16th of 2013 that I really began blogging in earnest. To commemorate this first blogaversary, I would like to revisit that first post, which I actually thought I lost. It’s a memory I don’t revisit often, but I like.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 