Years ago, when I was younger and more innocent and naive and sweet and firmer and perhaps an all around better person (i.e. a child) than I am today, I was the youngest writer in my MFA program and I stood before my colleagues in May in a hot stuffy classroom to defend my thesis. 1,149 more words
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Or, How Did I Get Myself Into This Mess?!
(Warning, novel ahead, partly because I had to take Vicodin and am feeling very chatty.)
Some of you know the whole saga of S, my (our, since Cait was involved too) ex-partner. 2,225 more words