loose threads

I “relaunched” my blog over a month ago, so I guess it’s time for some sort of introduction? I never know what to say in a bio because I don’t know what matters for people to know. My education is irrelevant to my writing, and I spent a lot of my youth and early 20s butting heads with educators over writing; my classroom has been nature, books, music, art, relationships, and life. Fucking insufferable, isn’t it?

The first time I remember writing was at 7 or 8, an assignment for school. I don’t remember a moment when I decided I would be a writer. I was born, and I grew, and I simply was a writer. The cliche is true – writing is like breathing – and I didn’t breathe with full lungs for a decade. Recently, someone opened a door and let the light in. I felt the fresh air on my face for the first time in so long. I took a breath and another and then another.

Now we’re here.

Welcome.

And thank you.