
The Imposter
Confession: I am an imposter. I feel as if my appearance and my voice are two different beings, and my mind is separate from both, on its own planetary revolution far away. My looks are not who I am, my … Continue reading The Imposter
Confession: I am an imposter. I feel as if my appearance and my voice are two different beings, and my mind is separate from both, on its own planetary revolution far away. My looks are not who I am, my … Continue reading The Imposter
Dear Future Child, I am writing to you from my college dorm in Kansas. I am not from here, but it feels like home. My other home, my childhood house and city is 200 miles away. Someday, I am hoping to move to Arizona, a warm, sunny place, where you might even be born. I’m not sure where my true home is or if I know what it feels like, but I get glimpses here and there. Home isn’t a place, dear child. It’s a feeling. And I’m hoping that through my letters, my other writings, and my instructions to … Continue reading A Letter To My Future Child: Finding Where You Belong
I went home over this past weekend, and a few things happen when I go home. I eat way too much. I somehow manage to pick apart my already-bare closet and leave a tornado of evidence. I always go through my old things, even though I know this is a danger zone to proceed with caution only. And yet, I never take mind of my own warning as I frivolously flip through old notes, pictures, letters, and every other old memory that I keep tucked away in a shoebox and out of mind. These shoeboxes used to be my own … Continue reading Ghosts of The Past