inside space

My Mother, Northern Ireland, 1960's Last night, I dreamed my mother lived longer than she did. That she was alive, now, and revea...

Welcome to my life. Well, my mind's version of my life, anyway, which is what often runs the narrative. I have a day off comi...

Here's something I have known about myself for decades, and it trips me up every time. When I do something to someone that hurts th...

Every December in the last few years, I have practiced an adaptation of a game/exercise/prompt that visiting friends did with us five ...

I get to offer you another incredible piece written by a student for my prompt on Compassion a few weeks ago. As always, it is unedited, w...