Stuttering And It’s Impact On Me

When I could not form thoughts, or even ask simple questions (like asking to go to the bathroom), I turned to paper. My failure to speak allowed me to listen, observe, and then inscribe. This is the main reason why I hold writing so close to my heart–more than drawing or singing or baking or running–since it will always be my most eloquent form of communication. The words I say aloud are never as honest or precise as the ones I type and scribble.

A Confusing (and utterly quick) Trip to Edgar’s

The sixty pound trout Ismus was dragging along the unpaved footway scraped the eye of the fish clean off before she had even reached Edgar’s. Three hours of sprinting, jogging, then the inevitable sluggish walking had drained Ismus of any energy she had gained during her time with Lin. Serabi’s moonless night sky feigned an…