Oh Canada!
My mother is stealing me away to Canada. We made it to the Canadian embassy in Washington, and we parked exact copies of our little purple car all over the parking lot to… Read More
My mother is stealing me away to Canada. We made it to the Canadian embassy in Washington, and we parked exact copies of our little purple car all over the parking lot to… Read More
My hand felt really weird. He was holding onto it as we stood in line, for just under forty minutes, it was starting to lose feeling. My father was generally austere growing up,… Read More
Today I realized that my life was wonderful. Totally imperfect and full of the good the bad and the ugly, at times cliché in the best ways, and insanely difficult, but wonderful just… Read More
My friend and I have been kidnapped by a deranged psychopath and serial killer. We had been on our way out into Olympic National Park to get some camping in, but he must… Read More
I’m all packed into the car and ready to go. I am about to meet my estranged father for the first time in my life. I know only that he owns a… Read More
I meet a hypnotist in a crowded restaurant. He is an older man of fifty with salt and pepper hair and an enigmatic, open visage that thinly veils his true identity. He is… Read More
My brain was tormented this evening past, with dreams that seemed to be in endless tumult. Bizarre and terrible, they screamed from my head and thrust me into a sick whirlwind from which… Read More
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in the night, the things in my head
reflections by Teresa Lee Wendel
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easy reading is damn hard writing
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