Category: Memoir

Memoir—what is it? The way I define memoir, at least as it relates to this blog, is like so. Fragments of memory reconstructed with tape, glue, and spit. Maybe some blood too. And tears. Don’t forget the tears. Or sweat. Can’t forget the sweat. Memoir is one part reflection, one part awareness. It’s heavy and dark and light.

Welcome to Phenix: A Nice Place to Live

The Ghosts of Childhood

Today Is Not About Me: It’s About the People Who Made Me, Me

Red fire trucks and police cars

The flash mob that wasn’t

Flying death monster from above

My dog was bitten in the face by a squirrel

I fell in love with my wife in high school, but thank goodness we never dated

Polly Was a Fat Dog

My Dad Died, But He Is Not Dead

Episode 5 of This Is Me Being Uncomfortable

If I am not being creative, I become a lukewarm version of myself and jeopardize my happiness

But whatever I am has its source back there…

An empty chamber, black and hollow and alone

The Red Lollipop

El Chupacabra on a Friday night at 1 a.m.

The Man Who Walked Off the Face of the Earth

Where My Father Once Stood

When Depression Comes to the Workplace

Grief Is a Fire, Smoldering

When the nightmares began

Babies Have Soft Spots on Their Skulls

In Phenix, Virginia, I Was Born and Raised

This Is Happiness