When Parents Cry
I remember coming home from the beach a month ago, exhausted from watching the road, avoiding potholes, listening to Becky talk about her three kids, the two I jokingly call her bad ones, who refuse to do just about anything for themselves or to help her out around...
One Happy Thing
I want to write one happy thing. One hopeful thing. I want to find one happy, hopeful thing to focus on tonight. I haven’t written a single creative thing since we left Hindman on July 28. I feel so stuck. I feel like I’m trapped somewhere and I keep reaching for a...
Abandoned
I’ve been absent a lot in August. Physically and mentally. I’m in a funk right now. A deep funk. I’ve been fighting it for weeks and have finally just admitted, this is where I am. I am sad. I feel absolutely overwhelmed with various life events from the past few...
Appalachian Writers Workshop and Flooding in Eastern Kentrucky
I set off to Hindman on Sunday, July 24, with feelings of anxiety, all for selfish reasons. I knew that I was being housed in Preece, way up on top of the hill, away from the action of the main campus, and I honestly was not happy about it at all. I had requested to...
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