I am Home

There was a day when it all felt 'normal'. I only remember that my hand independently stopped thumbing through the calendar on my lap and I looked up sharply at the brick wall, as if it had started speaking to me. Staring at nothing, eyes glazed over as I looked inside not out I watched the moment… Continue reading I am Home

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Square peg in a round hole

 The Past and its model for self-destruction When I was in college, we had mock interviews with local companies to prepare us for applying for work. That was all they did to prepare us for work I might add. We were asked to create a resume to present for it, well I was young and dumb, I'd never… Continue reading Square peg in a round hole