Leafing through pictures of my whole adult life…please someone tell me this isn’t real. It’s like I live as though I’m in a dream or playing some part, but every now and then I wake up. I realize I AM awake. I realize everyone else I know is either playing along, or it’s true and this is real life. Only it doesn’t feel like any life I’ve ever known before. It’s not my life with sorrow interjected. It’s a different world entirely. I have been transported.
List-making in a Dark Time
For any other list-makers out there, I published this on HerStories yesterday.""In this time of quarantine, my lists are offering me space outside of the walls of my home, a way of making sense of chaos, a self-imposed structure on structure-less days, and even a way...
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