It started as an ordinary conversation with my daughter—two writers comparing notes about the strange things that happen when imagination meets the body. I told her about Aliriani, a character who’d introduced herself to me, and later, shaken me more than any other. Writing her story had left me trembling, hollowed out, raw in a… Continue reading Writing as Archaeology
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From the Marrow: It’s so sad
Some silences hold more truth than words ever could. It's so sad. Is it? I caught myself judging a friend for her performative grief — diving instantly into the socially acceptable displays around death and dying: mock sadness, circling the fresh kill, and picking at the bones of another’s sorrow to feed a need for… Continue reading From the Marrow: It’s so sad
Christine Writer 