On Denials & Affirmation of Exile

When I was a child, my mother asked me on a regular basis what I wanted to be when I grew up. Every time, the answer was different, but almost always, it was one I knew she’d approve of, keep her excited until the next time she asked. My father thought my curiosity and indecision... Continue Reading →


Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: