The Life of an Anarchist Baker

So I like films. Like a lot. And sure, I can wax lyrical with Tarantino fans. And sure, I can sip away on bubbles with a bowl of cherries and spend lazy Sunday afternoons with a little foreign film, so don’t even get me started on Volver.  But I just don’t have it in me […]

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The Broken Pot (or, How I Learned to Embrace Vulnerability)

Today, I thought, I would share something a loyal reader once gifted me on a blog piece I wrote entitled, Fear can be a funny thing. The piece was about trying to conquer fears, fears I had not had before my severe depression, fears I had not had when I had been a more confident […]

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The Gift of a Blog: A Love Story

I once had a job, after I’d completed my masters in English Literature, and jumped at the first paycheck offered me… As a high school English teacher. But I grew ever more miserable, ever more depleted…. As I wrote in a previous blog, I was living an unliveable life. I saw my psychiatrist from the […]

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On the nature of friends and fiction

Clayton Truscott, in a field, preparing for the coming of the Great Pumpkin… All my life, I had conspired to be a writer… Whether it was reworked versions of fairytales I knew and loved… Or short stories about my pet snails or my dog, Bojangles… Writing was all I’d ever wanted to do… . So […]

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