“However, I know my name now.” she said, “that’s some comfort. Alice—Alice—I won’t forget it again.”
Several times over the past year, I’ve sat down and started typing out a blog post, attempting to articulate why the notion of “never growing up” is so important to me and why associating myself with childlike things is such an integral part of my identity. These attempts have always fizzled out after two or …
Another decade draws to a close. Did we ever decide what to call this one? “The tens”? “The teens”? “The twenty-tens”? Granted, we didn’t really converge on “the two thousands” for the previous decade until it had already ended, so maybe once we get into the ’20s, we’ll have made our minds up. One convenience …
I came home for Christmas this year. Usually, when you hear someone say they’re going home for Christmas, you think of someone who’s moved away from their family and looking to return to their hometown for a brief holiday reunion. But my situation is a little different: I still live with my family in my …