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Lay It Down

People love John Samson Fellows’s music. He doesn’t want to make it anymore.

Out Around the Bay

When Wanda bought the house, she didn’t imagine that anyone in the community would recognize that she and Lynn were queer.

The Threshold

The baby had come from a place none of us could remember. Our grandmother was headed there.

The Year in Thrift

As I moved into a house where I hope to stay forever, I spent a lot of time with things other people left behind. 

The Year in Chores

This year, time flew marked by dishes, laundry, trash, repeat. Occasionally I was seized with the worry that I was not doing the correct things.

The Year Inside My Brain

I stood up and the top of my skull slammed hard into the ceiling. Weird, I thought, and then I stopped thinking at all.

The Year in Dog

Days have become generally unmanageable, and for some people it helps a bit to have a dog around, which I encourage. 

The Year in Rebuilding

That’s the thing with emotional abuse. You stop trusting yourself, which makes it hard to be alone, so you stay and you listen to someone else's version of your shared story.

The Year in How Things Seem

I thought giving generously would mean, when I needed it, I'd receive help without asking. I am learning that life is not a mind reader.