Raggedy Ann Wants me Dead

It all started with the smell of brake fluid. I’d almost fallen asleep when the aroma wafted from the single shelf that held mementos of my childhood. I felt compelled to find out what the smell was. If it turned out to be brake fluid then it was entirely possible I wouldn’t be able to […]

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My Memories of Nebulae is Fuzzy

I used to harshly judge people who lied to their children about where they came from; but, one day I thought about it: “Your dad and I drank too much alcohol and nine months later you came out of the same place that pee does” is not a scenario that inspires confidence in a six-year-old. […]

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