I was ready to resign as writer-in-residence before I even began

Writers tend to be vulnerable but Im scared of letting go of the familiar

I washed up like a dead fish and had nothing to show for it but the scars

Life is a hassle. Not in a poetic way, just in the everyday way it piles up on you. You wake up and there is always something waiting. Money, work, people, expectations, all pulling at you at once. Some

I bought a house and got a boarder as a resident ghost

Not all life’s problems could be easily solved by the addition of a man.