Growing Up With a Weird Brain

I have trouble remaining aware of my surroundings, and as a kid it was worse. When teachers called on me in class, I rarely heard them. Even waving a hand in front of my face and saying, “Earth to Bryn!” wouldn’t always snap me out of a trance.

Trigger warning for talk of suicide.

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On Being Gen X by Nathalie

I spent my childhood voraciously testing out various paths to Passion. In my teens I discovered photography. All the way to art school, I raced through life with a camera surgically attached to my face. I reveled in the idea of living behind the camera instead of in front, the jaded recovery of an only-child. Before the camera, in that stage between little girl and teenager, I painted. For years I painted on canvas, in school, on trips, on walls. One day I painted Kahlil Gibran’s words in my bedroom wall: Read More On Being Gen X by Nathalie

A Little Inspiration

Several years ago, I tried NaNoWriMo but didn’t get very far. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I am an essayist and short story writer. I don’t have the attention span to hold onto a topic for long enough to churn out a whole novel. I like the words I string together to be short and sweet. I prefer to write verbal snapshots and slices of life over epic, sprawling tales. Read More A Little Inspiration