FRIDAY, MAY 16It's 3:37am. I'm clad in central supply issued smock and slippers, ducking my face behind a locker door in order to conceal my illicit escapade. My eyes dart side to side, wishing my neighbor was still sleeping instead of positioned to spy on my clandestine activity. I know it's against policy, but I…
1 Year s/p: Hope.
One year ago, I was digging frantically in the dirt, rooting out unwanted bushes that had been camping out for three years, untouched. I was simmering tall pots of soup on the stove, baking bread and protein patties, with every intent of filling the freezer instead of my belly. I was filing papers, updating bank…
The Precipice
I stood cautiously at the edge of the precipice, visually inspecting angry red streaks crisscrossing my forearms and gently assessing the throbbing swelling on my right thigh. Maybe I’ve made a mistake, I mused. I’d made a deal with myself to take one day every 4-6 weeks to escape the hubbub and check into the…
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