Aside from a few mentions on social media, I've held off on writing about you. Your suicide still seems unreal to me, and yet, expected. Since our rekindled friendship in 2003, I can recall a few situations where you expressed wanting to die. Granted, those sentiments were much more abundant during the later years of … Continue reading Goodbye, Brandita
Month: May 2018
Burnside
It’s Tuesday, mid-morning in late January, and Maisie clutches a Powell’s book bag to her chest while she walks along the pedestrian path on the Burnside bridge. They said it wasn’t supposed to snow today, yet here it was. It was as if somebody had been up in the sky, cranking a massive shaved ice … Continue reading Burnside