I sat in the small cafe huddled in a corner, my mind was wrapped in thought. A woman from the gym named Tammy walked inside, her hair was up, she wore a mask. She was in line for a mid-morning brew before she headed back to work. She wore jeans with a striped shirt; her … Continue reading Suicide over Coffee
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This piece was written at a Gotham writer's workshop in NYC. It explores the way that obsessions cause the heart to feel lost, afraid, and hopefully fed up. "She always said what she loved most about having children was their unconditional love."
"I don't want to let the memories go." "But you were never made to live in a memory."
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