Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Here at home. I must not be a writer, because a writer would take more care. Here at home, writing. In the same room I learned fear. In the same room I first cried. In the same room I wrote empty promises. In the same room I, stories, born. I love this room. It is […]

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Due to popular request, and the pokings of my own instinct, I’ve come back to California. I had just secured a job teaching English for $20/hr (which is nothing to scoff at these days), had rented an apartment, and was learning important new phrases in Vietnamese, such as “How many rooms does your house have?” […]

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