set to private, because many of the events from that time ended up in maid. plus, i wanted to tell the stories in a different way, in an older writing voice. i want people to read about our life, but not in the near-desperation of how i wrote about it then.
because it’s still just me, sitting alone, at a computer, staring at a wall of photos and grabbing a mug to take a drink of coffee that is long-since gone. i have to remind myself to get up, to eat, to stop staring, and walk around a bit. those parts of my process will never change, whether i’m working on 