Writer reflecting on courage, self-expression, and matters of the heart. Also an educational and literary editor in NYC. www.agnespatrice.com
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When I was a teenager, I heard my dad say “cocksucker” once when he was frustrated. He was in the hallway of our house, standing where my younger brother’s baby gate amputated the living room from the kitchen. My father, angry, put his foot…
I trashed my vision boards because earlier this year I broke up with a boyfriend with whom I shared an apartment, and then I continued living with him as my roommate for another six months. As you can imagine, after living with an ex for six months, you start to think…
For a while in 2015, I was documenting my daily writing activities and posting them on social media with pictures as applicable. I was trying to keep myself accountable, cherishing this grand illusion that I had eager fans awaiting each day’s post. (When I stopped posting…