On Growing Up in a Violent World

Seventh grade, age twelve.  There’s a swastika duct taped—really, not spray painted, duct taped—on the ground on the basketball courts, and so PE is moved to the soccer field.  We also could’ve moved to the indoor basketball court, or the pool room, or the gym room, or the track, or the tennis courts, or—God, thisContinue reading “On Growing Up in a Violent World”

On “Are You Hallucinating?”

“Are you hallucinating?”  It sounds like such a simple and important question.  But there are several catches that people don’t realize when they want to hear yes or no. First question: do I know I’m hallucinating?  I usually have a pretty decent grasp on that for the big stuff, but not everyone does.  Corpse, notContinue reading “On “Are You Hallucinating?””

On 2020, and More

2020 has been a hell of a year for everyone.  For me, it meant turning twenty-two, buying a home, getting married, writing accomplishments from a tenth NaNoWriMo to self publishing, pandemic quarantine keeping me from my library volunteering, my best friend moving in and then out, going back on meds, reading dozens of books, crochetingContinue reading “On 2020, and More”

On Assorted Illnesses and Language (A Conlang Concept)

As someone into grammar and linguistics, who debates the requirements of a split infinitive and the correctness of implied antecedents and whether you can punctuate dialogue with semicolons, for fun, language is in my head a lot.  As someone with schizophrenia, not to mention autism, language gets messy.  I’ve pondered making a mini constructed languageContinue reading “On Assorted Illnesses and Language (A Conlang Concept)”

On Hindsight and Blinders, for the Queer and Mentally Ill

Quarantine has made a lot of people get back in touch with each other, and in the year before quarantine, I delightfully seemed to keep ending up with sudden messages from old, out of touch friends.  This always begs the question—what do you say?   Sometimes I start where we left off and bring them upContinue reading “On Hindsight and Blinders, for the Queer and Mentally Ill”