Living in Liminal Space
In between is an uncomfortable space that is more often “neither/nor” than “both/and.”
In between is an uncomfortable space that is more often “neither/nor” than “both/and.”
How do you narrate to yourself how you have changed?
I’ve been discovering different versions of myself lately as the medicine, or lack thereof, messes with my head.
I laugh with them over Codenames and Fluxx, then ask if I can join them for swing dancing the next week.
Fictional characters aren’t the only ones who can’t be described without their settings.
I begin to think about the time it takes for a tree to grow in a courtyard.
On every guitar case and appliance in sight were collections of stickers from anything and everywhere.
Convulsions—shocking, kill-stand-rattling convulsions—are normal.
For a moment, silence. Then, I was overtaken by ants.
Flooding stores with fresh hires just before a vote count in an attempt to dilute the vote? Illegal. Dragging their feet as long as possible with unionized stores, refusing to negotiate a contract with the union? Illegal.