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  • Dear Mom, it’s

    A Year and A Day I rummage through the sheets with my legs. She sits in the chair across from me and I lock myself in white. Refusing to scream at the moon for lying and leaving me here because that would validate their suspicions. The birds that sit on the highest branch bravely exposing…

  • Dear Mom, Its

    And I want to share with you. You. You are going to be the death of me. No. No, the birth. At last, this beast in me  is clawing its way out of my ribcage. It’s fucking beautiful. And inspired by all this laughing and smiling. My god, the things we could do to each…

  • Dear Mom, It’s

    November 28th, 2025 I’m back from a trip to the Wallowa Mountains. I remember you telling me they were the ‘Oregon Alps’ and it was a space that always stuck with me. That all tracks, based on this picture. But I couldn’t help but notice during my hobbit LARPing portion of the weekend was the…

  • Dear Mom, It’s

    November 10th, 2025 We just got back from the beach. It’s still strange when you’re not with us on family trips. I remember the time you let me try whiskey in the kitchen. Hesitantly dipping my finger in the glass and lapping up the amber liquid. I can’t remember who was there, but I do…

  • Dear Mom, It’s

    November 2nd, 2025 And I just had a wild breakthrough. I’m flipping between relief and annoyance that I hadn’t figured it out yet after all of this time. They say the simplest things can be the hardest, but projections and their relationship with interpretation are a fascinating study in introspection. I expected the two to…

  • Dear Mom, it’s

    July 17th, 2025 I’m feeling behind and pulled in a million different directions. The duplicity inside me craving to make art and yearning for the outdoors are constantly at odds with my need to be safe and constant. Do you think I could be both? I love you. I miss you. I’m okay.

  • Dear Mom, It’s

    November 6th, 2024 AHHHHH FFS. I love you. I miss you. I’m not okay.

  • Dear Mom, It’s

    December 13th, 2020 I am so numb, I’ve started to hurt again. I finally ate something. Aren’t people supposed to come over? I thought people were supposed to come over when someone dies. I guess people did come over… I don’t remember. It’s quiet now. I’m glad the sun came out. I’d like to think…