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    Life

    The Rescuers

    “Do it your bloody self!”That was pretty much the catchphrase from my childhood.Can you tell me how to spell this word?“Look it up in the dictionary.”I don’t think I can fix this.“You haven’t tried hard enough then.” Resilience.That’s what they called it.While I may have grown up ahead of my peers in problem solving, abstract thinking, and a ridiculous amount of independence, I was also way ahead of them in hypervigilance, social anxiety, and a belief that to ask for help was shameful and bound in obligation and ridicule. I didn’t mind other people asking for help, and I gladly help others, but they seemed somehow different from me, and…

  • Short Stories

    Tide Pools

    Tide goes in, tide goes out. But what stays is a whole world unto itself. You’d think being a fisherman’s daughter, I would have understood all his crazy sayings by now. It’s too cold on the shore for anyone else, but fitting for me to be here; leaping from rock to rock across the pools just like I had as a child. I chase my memories among the battering of onshore winds that deafen me to anything but my thoughts. My ballet flats perch atop a thin black rock and my arms reach out in balance against the brooding gray sky. Little droplets of rain sting like barbs when they…