Amanda BrownHandsTime hadn’t been kind to her. Institutions, it seemed, were never created with patients in mind. Days peeled by, onion layers shedding with…Apr 11, 2022Apr 11, 2022
Amanda BrownGod, clean socks, and gratitude — a Sunday brain dumpEvery few years, I will get the urge to go to church. Not in an it’s Easter kind of way. Not in a born again kind of way either.Apr 10, 20221Apr 10, 20221
Amanda BrownTinkerMy uncle was a tinkerer. He tinkered with ham radios, wrestling with wires and audio codes late into the night. Sometimes he would reach…Mar 29, 2022Mar 29, 2022
Amanda BrownDreamsHer dreams have more color than her waking days. She finds solace in the notion that at any time she is 52 deep breaths and a Xanax away…Mar 10, 2022Mar 10, 2022
Amanda BrownBetsyThe first time I met Betsy was around this time last year. Charlie and I had been dating for about 6 months when he finally took me to meet…Mar 9, 2022Mar 9, 2022
Amanda BrownPillsShe has this constant pickling sensation in her belly, a fervent flame ripping through her tissues. Everything feeds this fire, from a…Mar 7, 2022Mar 7, 2022
Amanda BrownFree-write: Quitting Without A Backup PlanI think it’s time for me to leave my job. I know what they say, you’re supposed to have something else lined up before leaving the job…Mar 4, 20223Mar 4, 20223
Amanda BrownCoralShe painted the walls coral, because it reminded her of the sea. Even on the nights where her body ached melancholy cold, she could look at…Mar 2, 2022Mar 2, 2022