This post is part of a series. If the catchy title brought you here today, please follow the link to this post and read forward. And, stick around. There’s more to come. The Secret Society of the Uterus: A Farce The Cast of Characters: I can’t WAIT to have somethingContinue Reading
Post One in the writing experiment “Bored With My Bad Self.” Please click here to start the essay with its prelude. Have you ever wandered into a group event, picked up a glass and a snack, and scanned the room for someone to talk to? Someone who gets you, whoContinue Reading
A scrim. It’s a theatrical device. Essentially a translucent piece of fabric, it’s usually employed to evoke specific feelings in the audience. Fog perhaps. A scene illumined by odd light and shadow. The dead of night. Times past. My memory works like a scrim. Things happened to me behind it.Continue Reading
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