Why Writers are my Rock Stars

The crowd around me was swollen with anticipation. The spotlight spun from his hair like the heroic thread of gilded biblical texts. By the time I had shuffled to the front of the crowd I was so giddy that I would have let him sign the flesh of my bare extremities. Instead, I lost the […]

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If I Died Tomorrow

My hairdresser spotted it. She always does. She’s more like a scalp-savant than a hairdresser. “Brooke, have you experienced a traumatic event recently, say, perhaps a month ago?” Kate can read my head as a clairvoyant reads a crystal ball so I knew that there had to be some truth to her suggestion. Actually yes… […]

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