I woke up today, determined to write. I wanted to be sure that I didn’t let another day go by trying to feel up the hole with affirmations of “oh, I’ll get back to it tomorrow.” No. Not doing that anymore. The feeling of resistance has been so
by Noelle Anderson
I could get a job. But I didn’t want to. There wasn’t enough “easy money” in the world to get me into a pair of khakis with any type of enthusiasm.
You could just tell that it was picked carefully, and with love.
One early June afternoon, I got a call from my big sister. She told me that she had something to tell me, her voice growing shakier with each word. She took a breath and told me that my father was dead. The memory of that day just drifted in last