Q is for Quill

Writing is hard, even at the best of times. It’s like digging deep beneath the surface of soul and skin, drawing blood, occasionally hitting bone with lightning flashes of pain. Once you have enough to get started, maybe, you pause to look at what you’ve done. You clean it off as best you can, hiding […]

Voices 2 – Secrets That We Keep

*Trigger Warning* This post has SUI references. . . . . . . When I was 14, I voluntarily committed myself to a mental hospital. This isn’t something I put at the top of my resume. If it ever comes up, I often find myself glancing around to make sure no one is listening. Looking […]