I ran into a former coworker the other day. It was a super short encounter. Basically a "Hello," and, "Do you still work there?" and, "No, they were reopening in the middle of COVID," and an extremely validating, "Pssh. Yeah, fuck that. I didn't go back either." There was a little bit more to it,... Continue Reading →
Gallery of Strangers – Tattoo Mom
People watching. It's an unfortunate part of being a writer. Not too socially disruptive, but still weird. At least it makes me feel weird, what with my guilty conscience. Still, it's essential. As writers, we have to watch people, listen closely to how they speak, what they say. Not because we're stalkers, but because we need... Continue Reading →
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