Suspended my Netflix account. Still packing, desperately needing boxes. Downstairs, I pulled up everything in that storage room, which was the contents brought so far from storage when I actually thought I was going to be living here permanently, and … Continue reading →
(or, “I Don’t Love my OTHER Shoes”) I’ve always known that certain footwear was dangerous. The most common culprit in my mind is the high heel-pump-stiletto family of shoes. Aside from the usual hazard of balancing on something so precarious … Continue reading →
(or, “I Don’t Love my OTHER Shoes”) I’ve always known that certain footwear was dangerous. The most common culprit in my mind is the high heel-pump-stiletto family of shoes. Aside from the usual hazard of balancing on something so precarious … Continue reading →
(from Brainmatter: Essays, Narrative & Short Fiction by Kelli Jae Baeli) “Where are the stairs?” She made a derisive sound. “Oh, you don’t want to take the stairs.” I woke in a strange bed, in a strange room, the previous … Continue reading →
